I could remember back in Macao when I was younger.
I spend days after school trying to be as good as my uncle. He was in tons of wuxia and martial arts movies including some American films. I even remember him getting his own cartoon series which was awesome.
He would keep telling me that I was too hotheaded, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to be strong like him even though I was short and looked younger than what I was.
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