I was born in Hong Kong.
My parents divorced when I was small.
At eight years old I was sent to Australia like a package.
At eleven, I was told my mother was dead.
I didn’t even know how to cry.
I worked in my parents’ Chinese restaurant.
I carried trays before I carried books.
I made money before I knew what love was.
I bought my first car with my own fucking money.
I was at uni in Melbourne,
I was in a violent relationship.
He got me pregnant three times.
He wanted to trap me.
He had me have three abortions because
he changed his mind.
I ended up in hospital because he beat me.
My father had enough.
He picked me up and took me home to Canberra.
I needed to get out.
I moved back
to Hong Kong
to visit family.
I stayed.
I worked.
I never went back.
I went back to managing restaurants.
Selling luxury fashion at Gucci
Selling motorcycles at Harley Davidson.
Selling international moves at Crown.
I married a man.
My first husband.
Weeks after our wedding I found a shoebox full of videotapes.
Him fucking other women.
Some filmed in our marital bed at home.
I moved to the sofa like a fool.
I stayed six months.
I tried to make it work.
I hurt myself.
I ended up in hospital again.
The day I walked out of hospital,
I phoned my husband now.
He invited me to dinner.
I went.
I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him.
I slept with him.
I never left his bed.
I made a home with him.
A fortune teller told me three babies were following me like shadows.
She asked if I'd had abortions.
She said they would follow me until I gave birth to them.
Now I have three daughters.
They are my life.
They are my forgiveness.
Completion
I learned about completion in Landmark.
Completion means done.
Complete means no residue.
Complete means the thing is handled so fully it disappears;
like it never happened.
I’ve completed many things I allowed to happen.
Circumstances
Obedience
Hope
Completion still exists.
But it is no longer only
about forgiveness,
about cleaning up,
about blame or fault.
Now completion is about keeping myself,
my environment complete,
placed,
contained.
It is about being at cause.
About reclaiming power in my body.
About living inside structures that hold.
About holding my house.
Aligned with my physiology.
Legacy
We raised daughters.
I will equip them in my image.
To know what’s theirs.
To command their domain.
To receive without shame.
To clear space without apology.
To hold power like it was never lost.
And yes, through all this, we built a company.
Not because it was easy.
Not because we had time.
Not because we were funded.
We built tech
in the middle of arguments.
In the middle of sickness.
In the middle of empty bank accounts.
In the middle of blame.
In the middle of humiliation.
In the middle of silence.
We built it anyway.
Because this is what a householder does.
She raises her children.
She holds her man.
She clears her space.
And she places and completes.
