Day Nineteen..

When the plane takes off, Mum closes her eyes tightly while others pray aloud. I realise that without the candlestick and our ancestors, we have to take care of each other.

Day Eighteen..

As we get off the bus onto the the airport and walk towards the plane, we here some angry voices shouting at us to stop. They were security guards to check our baggages. They told us that metal items were strictly not allowed. The thought of Mom's candlestick made me scared. I tried to feel for it in Mum's sack. However, i can't find it! Then i realise what happen; dad had sold the candlestick to pay the uniformed policemen! Mum's scared..