I had no idea what else I should blog about but I thought that it would be pretty cool to blog about what I did last weekend.
It’s worth sharing I guess.
Qingming Festival is when Chinese people visit the graves or burial grounds of their ancestors.
Mum told us that we had to reach there at 6.30am so I was forced to wake up at 5am on a Sunday! Woke up at 5am, got ready and double checked our stuff; it wont be fun if I forget anything.
We got there at around 6am and the sky was so dark! I couldn’t see anything, so Dad and I had to use a torchlight to light up the road.
It was so scary …..
It was a day to remember because I learned about my roots and my family’s background.