In my memory, she was a frail, waif-like, sad-looking girl with long messy hair. She used to like eating popsicles, which did her teeth a lot of harm. She had a wonderful father who doted on her. That was over fifty years ago. She was surnamed Lau, and was in the same class as I for three years during our six primary school years. Her father seemed to have been an unemployed middle- to old-aged man and they used to live in a small room within a subdivided flat in the building that housed the old New York cinema on Hennessy Road. I never recalled her ever mentioning about her mother.