A month later, we came back to England. We lived in London, in a hotel. It was strange, at first, with all the red buses and everybody speaking English. It was the beginning of the summer, three months before college began in the autumn. London was full of tourists.
We looked al all the famous buildings – Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London. And we went to restaurants and theatres in the evenings. It was interesting and exciting and I began to forget the bad times in Hong Kong.
‘I’m pleased we came to London,’ I told my mother.
But after a few weeks she said, ‘You need to find a college, Carol. You must go on studying. And I need a job.’
