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21

The Jade

Jewellery Box

Haini Jiang

Time to Write

Competition

Finalist and

Honourable Mention

So, when she embarrassed me like that, I wanted to hurt her. I

wanted to prove that I didn’t care about the past and the old stories.

So, after my friends had all left and my mother had finished berating

me, I walked down the hall and into her room.

The jade jewellery box. The last piece of Beijing she has here in

suburban Melbourne.

I stared down at it. I ran my fingers over those fine, intricate

designs. Dragons danced around the box. I ran my finger over those

so fine pieces of artwork. Then, I picked it up, hesitating for a few

seconds, and then smashed it onto the timber floor. My mum, upon

hearing the noise, came rushing in. She saw the mess, the flushed

look on my face and my shaking hands. She didn’t move. Just stared

blankly at the scene in front of her. I pushed roughly past her and

walked out of her room, leaving my mother, shocked.

I called Thalia, my closest friend, and asked if I could stay with

her for a few days. She immediately asked me what was wrong, whilst

calling out to her mum if I could stay. I heard a ‘yes’ in reply and

immediately relaxed. I couldn’t stay with my mother now. I told

Thalia I would explain everything later and asked her if she could

pick me up. Again, she asked her mum and another ‘yes’ was heard in

the distance. I busied myself into packing an overnight bag. I only

brought my school uniform, knowing that Thalia would have

everything else at her house. I heard a honk outside and I walked to

the front door via my mum’s room. She was sitting on the bed,

staring at the broken pieces of jade. I announced I was leaving but

she didn’t reply. I shrugged and walked out the front door, slamming

the door behind me. I got into Thalia’s car and we embraced.

Beijing, 17th of April 1989

The Year of the Snake

Fear surrounded the city now, as democracy supporters continue to

be hunted down and killed. It is not safe for us here now. We have

said too much and written too much against the government.

We have a safe passage to Shanghai from where we can fly to

Australia. They are providing safety for people like us. But we must

hurry. We cannot take much.

How would you decide what to take? A lifetime of memories and

objects that mean so much. I look around our small apartment, not

knowing where to start. What will we need? What will I miss the most?

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