I am my parents’ first child. When I was 40 days old, I was put under the care of my nanny till I was 13 years old.
One day when I was 6 years old, I was watching a drama series while lying on the lap of my nanny. The story goes like this…
The drama series was based on olden day Hong Kong gangsters. A man took a joss-stick and worshiped something in a red-colored box, asking the god in the red-colored box to protect his life because someone was going to kill him. In the next scene, another man also took a joss-stick and worshiped the god in the red-colored box and asked the god to give him strength to kill the first person. So finally the second man successfully killed the first man. Later on, there were police using joss-sticks to worship the god in the red-colored box and ask the god to help them to catch the murderer (which is the second man in the drama). So, eventually after many exciting scenes the murderer was cornered and was shot dead. I was so confused that the god in the red-colored box cannot protect the first man and give chance to the murderer to kill him, and later helped the police. What an unfair ‘red-colored box god’!
There was one policeman who got married in the movie and the ceremony was held in a church, in a classical church, the kind with pews and altar. Wow! Everything was just so peaceful and it was so nice with the wedding song playing, without realizing it I had a smile on my face! Then I told my nanny this: ‘Mi, next time I want to go to this place,’ and I pointed my little finger to the church in the little TV. She so spontaneously responded to me, ‘Yes, you can! Next time when you grow up you can go to this place.’ I was so happy! And I wished so much that I could grow up the next day.
