Fiction: Group 2
through with his father at his side. Another step, he thought of the sacrifices he had made for…everything.
They hadn’t been put to waste; everything he did was for a purpose.
He ran. He ran for love, for happiness, for family. Who cared that he was poor? He was free, he
was happy and best of all, he believed that fairy tales could happen, if only he was willing to pay the price
for it. And somewhere in the Pearl River Delta stood a man, who was not rich, was not smart, but believed
in fairy tales.
