My Name is Sam

"Twenty-five, OMG! A quarter century already! A thousand experiences, but only a continuous blur, like two passing trains, when recalled.

One thing my parents learned from when I started to talk until I started school was that I talked and talked and held nothing back. I fought, I screamed, I entertained, I conversed, I engaged and I was beguiling. I was different and I knew it. I was a gift from God and a star, and it all came naturally.

My next twenty-five years will build on the bedrock of my formative years. I will be able to look back on them, whether as wife, mother, grandmother and definitely as one of the twenty 'must know' people in Hong Kong and see how these early events and experiences shape the person I will ultimately become."

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"If sixty-plus years is not enough to live our dreams and become, how can twenty-five years be? How do you deal with the very tangible yet mystical appearance of death into a young life? What was the sum total of Samantha's short life packed up into? A vast trove of memories, contrived from various footprints Facebook posts, photos, and mainly my own memories and those of her myriad friends all over the world.

Samantha constantly reminds me to squeeze every possible minute from the life I have yet to live.

It struck me, when I commenced this work, I knew far too little of my girl, but along the way, with the revelations of others, I have come to know her a little better and to love her even a little more."

Dettagli