For the betterment of my mental health, I returned to Hong Kong after a year, I carried Toronto’s ghosts in my bones. It wasn’t my choice to come back, I didn’t even get to say bye to my friends at school in Toronto. It was all so sudden that I crashed into a way deep
The plane tore through clouds as Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” pulsed in my headphones. Toronto wasn’t just a new school—it was witness protection for my soul. It was my chance for a rebirth, my chance to discover, my chance to live the life I want. At school, teachers said “Interesting perspective! Thank you for your effort!” when I butchered English.