FIRST

A year ago, I was made to believe that I was a sucky person. I was told that I am an ungrateful spoiled brat who has done nothing noteworthy in life. I was told that my dreams and wishes in life are pathetic. I was told that I was the lowest of the lows, heartless and selfish.

And for a long time I believed it all.

Today, all these things still haunt me. I literally have to shake my head to chase away the images and the sounds. But I no longer believe them. They have not faded from my memory, though I hope one day they would. What I hope will not fade is the conviction that my value as a person is not to be determined by others, that I should always love myself, and that what I believe in counts.

Happy Anniversary to us, Hong Kong.