I have no idea of how to start this letter off, but I think it will be best of if I begin my letter with thank you. If it weren’t for you to survive under the annexation of the Japanese, both Father and I wouldn’t be here today. Breathing. Working. Sweating. Eatting. All these necessities, the thing that come so natural to us, would have been deprived from us. Even the probability of our existence are against us. So thank you. There are time where we both disagree on certain subjects at time, and I do understand that we’re both a bit stubborn at times, which I got that from you, leading to never ever saying sorry to one another. For that, I feel really regretful. You’ve have always taken care of me since I was little. Giving me piggy back …show more content…
I understand under the annexation, life in Hong Kong was tough during those times. Everything back then is inexpensive compared to now, where you can spend several pennies and get so much. You don’t even have to compare to the 1930s. All you need to compare the groceries prices and the liveness of Chinatown just several years ago to today. Everything is so expensive now and Chinatown is dying, and the only plausible reason to why Chinatown is dying right now is due to the fact that there are more Asian markets closer to home. We Chinese right now are spreading out and as we spread out, the density of the Chinese population in the Bay will no longer be as it was five years ago. But I’ve think I found out where my desire to reuse comes from. During the annex, you had to make use of what resources you had and save it for later and future usage. Especially how you want me to keep the tissues from restaurant, which make me laugh from time to time. But it has taught me a lesson that we kids have it easy compared to the older generations. Where we have the potential to have so many opportunities and doors that would have been impossible if we were to have grown up in the 1930s or ‘50s. I know growing up it's difficult to grow up in one of history's worst times, but I can’t help but respect that willpower to persevere through, to like in the dark days of Hong Kong where corruption was the way …show more content…
If it weren’t for you or Grandpa, I probably would have rejected our culture, and only reason I can speak Cantonese is because of you guys. If I hadn’t, I would had a hard time trying to relate and connect with you guys, being able to do so, make me really grateful of the thing I am able the retain. Such as ancestral ritual ceremonies every 15th of the month, Grandpa’s birth and death day. Now I feel kind of regretful for not being able to retain all these knowledge of what to do, making me unable to pass the tradition down to my sons and daughters won’t be able the respect our ancestors. To respect Grandpa. To respect you. That is what I’m afraid of right now. Afraid that our tradition will end with me and I’ll be the one blamed by the future generation for not being able to be thoughtful of about the