It was a sunny day in May at the train station in Hong Kong that connects to mainland China.
Our group consisted of five people, including a little girl who was barely four years old. We embarked on this long-awaited journey amidst the crowded masses.
That day happened to be May 20th—520. To many, 520 sounds just like the words “I love you” in Mandarin. It was just like we flew across the Pacific Ocean to convey our deep love and blessings to a group that seemed destined to be forgotten…