Free Sunny Days and Moon Cakes by Sarah Webb Page A

could you…?” Dad stops talking when he sees how upset Mum is. Instead he smiles gently at me.
    “We’re all together now, that’s the main thing,” he says. “Hong Kong’s a very busy place, girls. From now on we’re not going to let you out of our sight. And if you do get lost, stay exactly where you are and ask someone who looks official for help.”
    “Sunny can’t do that, Dad,” Min says.
    “Sorry, of course,” Dad says. “We’ll give you a piece of paper with our mobile numbers on it, Sunny, and instructions asking the person who finds you to ring us immediately. We’ll write it in English and Cantonese and Mandarin. Cover all bases.”
    I know he means well, but that makes me feel so small. Away from Little Bird and everything I know, I’m as helpless as a baby.

Chapter 13
    “I love this hotel,” Min says, bouncing on the super-king-sized mattress of Mum and Dad’s bed while I look out of the window. “What’s it called again?”
    Dad frowns at her. “The Four Seasons. And you’re going to break that bed, Min.”
    Min stops jumping and flops down belly first on the puffy feather duvet, which gives a gentle sigh underneath her. Mum’s taking a shower in the huge cream marble bathroom before we head out together for our first dinner in China.
    “I want to
live
in this hotel,” Min says. “For ever and ever. And eat room service and swim in the pools every day.” The hotel has
two
swimming pools – at two different temperatures.
    Dad walks over to stand beside me. “Quite a view, all right. That’s Kowloon over there on the mainland.” He points to the ultra-modern-looking skyscrapers across the water. “We’re on Hong Kong Island now, but we’ll go over to Kowloon tomorrow. Right now, I’m starving. Let’s go and wait for your mum downstairs.” Min’s so full of beans I think he’s worried she’ll wreck the room if he doesn’t get her outside.
    * * *
    “Small girl with the black hair and the cherry T-shirt,” Dad whispers to Min as we sit in the lobby.
    Min studies the girl for a second then says, “Cherry Red. Dedicated to keeping little kids safe from robbers and kidnappers.”
    “What’s her super power?” Dad asks.
    “Poison. Each of those innocent-looking cherries on her T-shirt is actually a deadly poison-loaded bomb. She can pluck them off and throw them at baddies, killing them instantly.”
    “No killing in the superhero game,” Dad reminds her.
    “Freezing them instantly then,” Min says. “My turn. Tall man in the suit holding a briefcase. With the glasses.”
    “Tricky one.” Dad sucks in his breath. “How about Super Glasses Man? Those are no ordinary glasses. They can see through, um…” Dad’s struggling a bit. “Clothes.”
    Min tilts her head. “To look for guns and things? Or to see ladies’ boobies?”
    “Min!” Dad looks appalled, but then his expression breaks and he starts to laugh. “No! To look for guns and explosives.”
    Min fakes a yawn. “Boring. That’s a rubbish superhero. What do you think, Sunny? Who wins?”
    I point at Min.
    “Yeah!” She jumps off the sofa and does a little wiggling-bum victory dance.
    “Thanks, Sunny,” Dad says grumpily. “She only won because I’m jet-lagged.” He’s ultra-competitive and a bad loser. He takes every game seriously, even silly ones like this. Mum says that’s what makes him so good at his job – he’s an oil trader – so we shouldn’t tease him about it.
    “Let’s play again,” Min says. “Me first this time. Boy in the stripy top with the headphones.” Min points at a good-looking Chinese boy of about fourteen who is nodding his head to his music.
    “Supersonic Ear Boy,” Mum says, sneaking up on us and making me jump. “His hearing is so sensitive that he has to wear those earphones to deaden sound. Oh, and he can even make out thoughts. So he can hear Sunny thinking he’s cute.”
    I thump her on the arm.
    Mum just laughs. “So, everyone ready? I’ve