Why did they laugh whenever something happened to her?

By midnight, the Tai Po estate had become a silhouette of loss against the Hong Kong skyline, its familiar towers seared into a single, shuddering memory. Elderly residents stumbled from the smoke, clutching nothing, their homes and histories swallowed in hours. Inside, rescuers faced a furnace: collapsing scaffolding, falling debris, corridors too hot to enter,…