A snapshot of the departure from Hong Kong: I am standing beside my mother, pressed up against the railing on the ship’s dock side, looking down at the crowd on the pier, searching for my father’s face, which I don’t remember finding. The atmosphere was superficially festive, everyone was throwing streamers to the crowd on the pier, but I could feel an underlying tension, something not quite right; otherwise, why wasn’t Daddy coming with us?...
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