Fiction: Group 3
Crossing the Boundary
Immaculate Heart of Mary College, Ho, Sum Yin - 14, Fiction: Group 3
urry up!” said Mum.
“Coming!” I said.
I was playing with my adorable, energetic younger brother, Carl.
“Hey!” Mum yelled.
Ignoring her, I was still spinning my top.
“Do you want me to scold at you?” her yell pierced through air even into my nostrils.
“Aren’t you scolding me already?” I murmured and reluctantly went back to my room.
Mum was packing our clothes and other stuff.
“Sweetie, please help me to put all these things into these bags, we're leaving.” said Mum.
I did not ask her any questions, because I just saw tears linger in her eyes.
It was 1995. A mother, a five-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl were dashing to the train
station.That six-year-old girl was me. I wouldn't forget what happened that year.They were indelible.They
were just like videos being played back in my mind, every single day till the day I die. I did not know what
had happened, but I knew that I would not see Dad anymore.
We went on the train.
“Mama, where are we going?” I asked.
“Hong Kong,” Mum answered.This blew my mind.
Why were we going to Hong Kong? Where was Dad? What happened? I could hardly clear up my
doubt.
I gazed through the nasty, fogged-up window. The night had fallen. The dazzling moon was
hanging in the dark blue sky. I felt drowsy and couldn’t help falling asleep.
Suddenly, Mum woke me up with a maniacal shake. Some footsteps were crunching along the floor.
Mum urged us to hide under the seats.
“They're not here.”There was a voice.
As we arrived at the station, we sneaked away immediately.
“Mama, who were they?” my doubt was still there. But she stayed silent.
We arrived in Shenzhen anyway. The street was studded with pedlars. Some of them sold braised
sweet potatoes, fancy costumes, fragrant chestnuts and exotic fruits. Carl and I were very much fascinated.
Mum bought two sweet potatoes for us. I could feel a wave of happiness flowing through inside.
Meanwhile, two strange men caught my immediate attention. They were in all black shirts and
pants. One of them was heavily freckled and the other one had a spine-chilling scar on his cheek. They
stared at us queerly. Carl and I leant into mum’s arms, as though it were a shelter, safe enough.
‘There they are,’ I thought I could read their lips.They abruptly dashed towards us and we had no choice but
to flee instinctively, even though we were totally ignorant of why we were being hunted.
I really had to thank god for the crowds in the street, which the two men could not make a way to jostle
through. In a dark alley where we hid ourselves behind bunches of bamboos, we could hear one another’s
heartbeats, loud like thunder.
When we arrived in Hong Kong, Uncle John, who was Dad's best friend, gave a shelter to us. Uncle
John was a doctor. He was intelligent and amiable. He did not only become my teacher but also my life guru.
Whenever I had problems and difficulties in my studies, he would always be there to help me out. He
adopted a boy called Charles.We became inseparable friends.
25-12- 2003 (After 8 years)
Uncle John led us to the basement of our house where we had always been forbidden to step in.
There he announced something horrible. Not until that particular moment could I realise my parents,
Charles’ parents and Uncle John were all in the campaign to sabotage the government.
They had been doing everything to unveil the government’s secret files.As they knew that the secret
agents would soon find them, dad told mum to take us to Hong Kong. I could finally associate the two
hitmen we saw in Shenzhen with the scene now.
“Now the Hong Kong government has betrayed us,” a man grumbled in a furious.
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