Georgetown, British Guiana, June 16, 1950

Richard Cheong cradled his first-born in his arms. He had hoped for a boy-child but would have to wait until next time. He was the only surviving son of seven children. Two boys had died of malaria soon after birth. Two months after his eighth birthday, Edward, the youngest, was found dead under the tamarind tree on the sugar estate road in the neighboring village.
His passing had drained their mother’s energies. Her death shortly thereafter had changed their lives forever. Richard had been thirteen.        Continue reading