“Where the fern meets the sea…” my mum explained.
“Wasn’t grandpa in the war?” I asked.
“Yes, now let me finish sweetheart,” my mum answered. “He fought in the dreadful war that made him weak…”
That memory had faded. I thought it was all lost after five years of searching. This was the last spot it could be.
I might find my grandpa’s statue.
The birds chirped as I ran through the ferns. The statue was there. I bowed as I looked at the name with pride.
It said Captain Fa Shang and my heart sank.
That’s not my pa’s name.