I left Hong Kong when I was barely twenty. No collection, no one pick me up at J.F.Kennedy. The old man sat beside me couldn't speak a word in English, so I ordered everything for him and we chatted about our life story. When he found out I had no place to stay in New York. He took me home with his family. The rest is history.
離開香港的時我二十歲, 沒有任何接觸, 沒有人在肯尼迪機場接我, 坐在我飛機上旁邊的老人家不會說英語, 所以我照顧他的飲食, 我們聊起生活的故事, 當他發現我在紐約無處可居留, 他把我接回家與他家人同住, 以後的就是歷史。
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