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The boy no more than four
On the pavement sat a clean kid no more than four in the heat. Pedestrians passed by, some try to find out by asking the child, but he only stared and could not talk. Where are the parents? Many wondered. Who had left this boy so irresponsibly here? Suddenly a woman came rushing into the scene. She looked scared and relieved. "I've found you darling, you poor thing." She picked him up and began to leave, but what's puzzling was the boy rejected her, stretched out his arms and punched her face, trying to get away. She pacified him with a big lollipop and quickly disappeared into the street.
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I started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life.