Strange to think that a week ago I was in Hong Kong. Getting closure but at the same time affirming my new beginnings. The sun has set on all those questions about “Who was my Mother? Who was my Father? What was my story?” And now I know. And the sun rises on new beginnings. I have a big family in Hong Kong. Faces I recognise, and see myself in, Arms in which I am held. Hearts that have found a space for me within them. My second visit was, in comparison with the first, fleeting. 3 weeks. The first visit back in November 2018, for 90 days, to find my birth family. And safe to say, I did that, and more. This last shorter visit to get to know them better, celebrate XingMing Festival (ancestry worshipping), get my Hong Kong ID Card entitling me to permanent right of abode, retrieve the prohibited file from Social Welfare, celebrate two siblings’ birthdays and do some DNA detective work to confirm the identity of my Father. This, all of this I did. Today, back home here in Cornwall it’s Easter Sunday. I’m blogging early on this day. A day to celebrate. Resurrection. A new promise. Sunrise. All of these ideas and images feel poignant today.