Hong Kong

Daisy Day

Daisy’s husband died when her son was young, and apparently my Mother brought up Henry, my nephew, whilst Daisy worked to support the family. But she now has a wonderful partner, Mr Ngai, who lives part here in HK and part in Amsterdam. His wife died, but he still has 3 daughters and 4 grandchildren in Holland so splits his time between two homes.

It’s a real joy to be with them both and see them caring for each other and hear how they’ve enjoyed trips to Europe and Canada (with 2nd big brother and his wife) and mainland China. All so exciting for Daisy who I don’t think has travelled much until recently.

Luckily for both Daisy and me, Mr Ngai speaks great Cantonese and English. We will sorely miss his translating when he goes back to Amsterdam at the end of the month.
He’s also takes a mean picture and enjoyed taking pictures of our shennanigans. He told me “you are just like your big sister, naughty, like a child, playful and fun”.
I guess we didn’t have a chance to play together as kids, so are now siezing every opportunity to make up for lost time.

Mr Ngai me and Daisy

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

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