My parents never put pressure on me to study hard. They are very caring, and were afraid that I would feel too pressured, and this could ruin my HKDSE performance. They didn't even ask me how I did during my exams. I clearly remember that on the last day of my exams, my dad phoned me and congratulated me for finishing. This was a touching moment for me, as my dad is a classic Chinese father who does not show his feelings much. I understood how much he cares about me just through that simple phone call, and I still remember that feeling.
Gigi Wong, 18, Po Leung Kuk Laws Foundation College
My first roller skating lesson
I started learning to roller skate when I was five years old. It was Dad who held my hand and coached me, step by step. Whenever I fell down, he helped me to stand up again and encouraged me to be brave and put on a smile. This was one of my most memorable moments with my dad. These days, although I rarely hold my dad's hand, I'm still grateful. Thank you, Dad, for teaching me to persevere!
Janet Choi Ho-ching, 17, Sai Kung Sung Tsun Catholic School (Secondary Section)
Ice cream dream
My dad had just come back from working in China for four years, away from my mother and me. Every night after that, up until I began my GCSEs, Dad would take me to the local Circle K or 7-Eleven for ice cream, and we'd sit in the night air watching an outdoor line dancing class.
Sum-sze Tam, 19, Cardiff University
Our breakfast ritual
When I was little, I used to watch closely how my dad ate his breakfast. He liked thick, oatmeal porridge. He would scoop a big spoonful of it into his mouth and chew, his cheeks inflated with milk. I would poke his cheeks and try to make him laugh while he ate, and he would pretend to be really angry.
Minnie Yip, 15, Diocesan Girls' School
Understanding my mood
I remember having a "cold war" with my dad. It was a hard time, when we didn't really communicate with each other, and there was nobody cooking, washing clothes or fixing gadgets for me (yes, that's right, my dad is a mum, maid and handyman all in one!). The cold war lasted almost half a year. But one time, I was lying on a top bunk, and he was on the bottom one, and Dad told me that he understood that my bad temper was because of study stress. I cried so hard - in silence, of course! My dad is a stern man who never shows his tenderness. But at that moment, he was such an understanding father.
Winnie Yip, 16, St Paul's Convent School
My proud Papa
Like most children in Hong Kong, I had to learn lots of instruments when I was growing up. I was probably most talented at the piano. I remember that as I was preparing for the finals of the Hong Kong Schools Music Festival, my dad grew more anxious every day. Despite his denial of the fact, I could tell from his sweaty palms that he was more nervous than me! I didn't win the final round, but I vividly remember seeing tears on my dad's face. I had never seen my dad cry, so that was huge for me. Although, to this day, he won't admit it, I know that he was proud of me. That day is definitely the most memorable day I spent with my dad.
YP cadet Natalie Tam, 18, The Taft School
On car rides to my grandmother's place, my dad and I would sing along to classics by artists like Leslie Cheung and Alan Tam. We would sing at the top of our lungs and laugh at each other whenever we sang something wrong. It was really fun, especially because we would get the lyrics wrong a lot and just sing gibberish.
Mimi Lam Cheuk-ying, 16, St Margaret's Co-educational English Secondary & Primary School
Intro to great tunes
I remember singing karaoke with my dad when I was 12, in the living room. We went through four live concert DVDs in one night, including Rod Stewart and Air Supply. I was never good at singing, but I can't thank my father enough for introducing me to great pop music.
Jade Lam, 16, The Cheltenham Ladies' College