Accompanying childhood were slides, chocolates, running wildly around beaches and courts. Accompanying him are Chinese medicine, acupuncture, and a wheelchair that has been with him for a long time. “It’s so sad,” “It’s painful,” “But for the sake of an illness, you have to persevere and continue to persevere!”

「你哋SMA啲人都好叻㗎噃，個個都讀到大學。你會唔會都讀到大學呀？」 「你唔好咁諗住喎，應該唔會喎。」 「點解呀？」 「如果我畀咁多希望你，失望時你咪更傷心？」 以上乃患上SMA(脊髓肌肉萎縮症) 的謝踔柔 (YY) ，與媽媽的日常交流。

"I want to go to Egypt to see the pyramids and the tombs of the Pharaohs", "I love history and want to see some ruins." When she was two years old, she was attacked by a rare type of cancer, glioma - a glial tumor of the spine. Kiki, who was born healthy and normal, left her paralyzed from the chest down, her life is threatened by sequelae. But limited mobility cannot limit unlimited dreams.

“Mummy…” His mother hurries to come and fit the tube for him. “Mummy…” His mother rushes to come and turn him around. “Mummy…” His mother stretches out a hand to switch the TV channel for him while busily taking care of his younger siblings. He is 11 years old, with normal intelligence, but an abnormal body. “Do you know what disease you have?” The naive little boy answered with his slightly weak voice, “ I don’t know.” All he knows is that he experiences all these - lying on the bed all the time with different tubes connecting him to a ventilator and entering his stomach through a gastrostomy and so on – just to survive.

Admitted to the hospital when she was only 11 months old, her daily routine became an endless cycle of emergency resuscitation and intubation. When doctors wanted to give up on treatment, she proved them wrong with her thirst for life, willingly trying new drugs in order to be able to sit up. This is the story of a resilient warrior suffering from Spinal Muscular Atrophy. This is Josy Chow’s story.

"Do you want pork chop rice or chicken chop rice? Look this way for pork chop rice," her mother says, shaking her left fist in front of Ka-ki’s eyes. "And look this way for chicken chop rice," she adds, shaking her right fist. Lying on the sofa, unable to speak or control her body, Chen Ka-ki scans her mother’s hands back and forth before finally resting her gaze on the left. With her eyes, she tells her mother her choice. Whether it is a meal choice or deciding between the wheelchair and the sofa, mother and daughter communicate through a constant series of multiple-choice questions. Yet, from the very moment Ka-ki entered this world, she was confronted with the ultimate choice of life: to live, or to die.