As a wise soul once said, “slay the hous down girl”

The smell of incense lingers in the air like an afterthought, or a dream, or a past life. We are back to do a familiar walk: pay our respects at the Sha Tin columbarium where are housed the ashes of 爺爺, 嫲嫲, and 伯伯.

Full hearts can’t lose.

An afternoon spent in Sham Shui Po with Nigel.