14 August 2019
We know where we are and where we have been together.
(Savouring my daughter’s tasty vegetarian frittatta.)
The three of us reminisce.
I recall Hong Kong then and now. When my mother and I travelled to adopt my daughter, Hong Kong was a favourite city in spite of our brief stopover en route to Guandong Province and Beijing.
On return trips to China, we stayed in the Hong Kong YMCA Salisbury Hotel and swam in the beautiful pools with elderly Hong Kong women who loved the seventeen-month-old girl and delighted in the story of adoption.
Tonight trucks and troops gather while democracy protesters demonstrate their autonomy and independence. A young Canadian-born Hong Kong student leader affirms how this is a leaderless social movement. I fear for his life.