True Story: Living in the House of a Murder Case
This story that I am about to tell is true.
When I was 17 years old, my family and I moved to a village house in the New Territories, Hong Kong. It was located halfway on a hill and there was a stairway to the hilltop. My mom counted. There were 104 stairs to get to the house, our home, where we lived for almost two years and experienced some of our lowest tides in life.