‘Why did it happen to him?' I asked my mother. 'Why do the best people die? Jake Rosso. My father.'
'I...I don't know, Carol,' my mother said. She was unhappt, too.
At the time of the plane crash, I was a student at college. I enjoyed the college work and lige very much, but after my father's death I stopped doing my work at college. I began to go out with some new friends. They were different from my other friends, and my mother didn't like them.
'They're bad people, Carol,' she told me. 'They do dangerous things.'
'They're exciting,' I said. 'And I like them.'
I knew she was very angry but I didn't care. But then I learned my new friends took drugs, and I began to take drugs, too. It was wrong and stupid, I knew that now, but I was unhappy and angry.
The police came to the college to arrest some of the students. They didn't arrest me, but I had to leave the college. It was a bad time.
My mother was very unhappy with me. 'What am I going to do with you, Carol? she said. 'I'm sorry,' I told her.
'We'll go back to England,' she said. 'You can find a college there. Perhaps you can happier in England.'
'All right,' I said. 'I want to froget what's happened. I want to forget what I've done and begin a new life, be a new person.'
A monther 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 at all the famous building- 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 sutdying. And I need a job.'
That evening, we looked in the newspapers.
'What about this?' I said. I showed my mother a job in the newspapers.