Story subject, pictured with volunteer Sharon C. (right)
About 40 years ago, my father left turbulent China during the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution. He came to Canada in search of a better life. He worked his ass off in a Cantonese restaurant so that he could bring his family here and provide his children a brighter future. I followed in his footsteps and became a Cantonese cook. Now I have my own business in Montreal and it is under renovation. I get some free time now and I’m just here hanging out with my friends. I always think about my dad and the valuable life lessons he had taught me. He passed away last year and I always carry a picture of him in my wallet. I’ve never been to China, but my dream is to go back there one day and see the place where my dad grew up.