Wong Li Yuet-Sim I came to Canada in 1965. In 1978, I rented a room to an international student named Chin Kwok Wah. He asked me whether I was happy, and I answered, “No.” My son, at age five, died on the way to Children’s Hospital due to his allergic reaction to the medicine when he got an injection. Life is not in our hands. My son’s death made me see that life is short and without hope. It is not perfect even when we have wealth and family. Chin suggested taking me to the church. So, he drove me weekly to the church for almost two
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