The night they cleared Mong Kok, my heart was so heavy that the farthest I could bear to go was to a stretch of sea not far from home.

When my heart feels heavy, I sometimes go back to the site at Admiralty. I go up and down the escalators, walk around quietly, and remind myself it was real, not a dream, not a fantasy.

When I close my eyes, it’s almost like I can feel the wind on my face again. For a second, the place is packed again. So much energy, so much hope. People really cared. People still care. People in this little town that I have been calling my home for the past five years, but that I have grown to love ever since I was little and came back to visit my grandparents, my uncles and aunts, my cousins.

I walk around the site, walk through the park, and always, always end up at the sea. Because… the sea. Because I just want to see the sea.