I decided, in a cold, gray afternoon that I could no longer stand my life. No, I didn’t make a decision, every pore in me screamed ‘Help me!’ I didn’t recall a day when I would be left in peace. Sometimes there was food and sometimes there was none. Sometimes I’d be eating and came a boot to my head, knocking me over. Sometimes a heavy kick would wake me from sleep. And then I heard laughter.
I had to help me.
I knew that green door. I had peeped through the wide crack; beyond that, a different world. I had to go to that different world.
And I did.
I looked back, one quick glance. I didn’t know what lay ahead but behind me, was darkness I knew too well.
Hong Kong, China