My father went to Australia on business. I loved him very much and I didn’t like him going away.
‘Come home quickly’, I always said to him.
He was in Australia for two weeks. Then, on the day of his journey home, an aeroplane from Sydney crashed into the sea just south of Hong Kong. Everybody on the plane died.
I heard about the plane crash on television. At first, I did not think about my father. Then I remembered he was flying back from Sydney on that day.
‘Oh, no!’ I cried.
I telephoned the airport but they did not know the names of all passengers then.
