What my father, Jimmy Lai, continues to teach me from prison

My father, Jimmy Lai, was born in mainland China to a well-to-do family shortly before the communists came to power. When they did, he and his family became the enemy of the people. His father fled to Hong Kong in search of better opportunities, leaving his family to fend for themselves. Meanwhile, my grandmother was forced to kneel on broken glass every morning in public, so that people saw what happened to the families of those who ran. My father found work as a porter in train stations from the age of 8. He grew up without a father, with no one to show him how to lead a family or be a good husband. Despite this, he became, in my eyes, the greatest father I could ask for.