Ever since I saw a movie titled The Silence of the Lambs (see below), I have been wondering then what my story is.
Off the top of my head, it's related to a car. One childhood scene that flashes back sometimes is when we did a road trip to my grandmother's place in Nagano. As our car was so small that it was not comfortable for a long trip and I often felt sick. But I knew my parents would be in trouble every time we took a rest as that would multiply the travelling time in a crowded road. So, when I told them I was sick, I was really, really sick. I appreciate, even today, the fact that they never accused me of that even once.
But all this has made me determined to obtain a big car that nobody would question its comfortable quality. So, for me personally, it was a little success story that I took my mother by my BMW to Nagano earlier this month.
My uncle, however, cast somewhat a cold attitude. Of couse, he didn't openly criticize it, but I could sense he didn't like the car, or the fact that I drove it. Perhaps it was in part because his son, i.e., my cousin, works for Nissan. Overall, I felt he simply doesn't like yuppie things. From a conservative rural point of view, he might have thought that a black sedan is too much for a woman.
Anyway, I love my car, I obtained it with no debts from anyone, and I continue to love it. What's more, it made the road trip much easier for my aging mother. What the hell is wrong with that?
Off the top of my head, it's related to a car. One childhood scene that flashes back sometimes is when we did a road trip to my grandmother's place in Nagano. As our car was so small that it was not comfortable for a long trip and I often felt sick. But I knew my parents would be in trouble every time we took a rest as that would multiply the travelling time in a crowded road. So, when I told them I was sick, I was really, really sick. I appreciate, even today, the fact that they never accused me of that even once.
But all this has made me determined to obtain a big car that nobody would question its comfortable quality. So, for me personally, it was a little success story that I took my mother by my BMW to Nagano earlier this month.
My uncle, however, cast somewhat a cold attitude. Of couse, he didn't openly criticize it, but I could sense he didn't like the car, or the fact that I drove it. Perhaps it was in part because his son, i.e., my cousin, works for Nissan. Overall, I felt he simply doesn't like yuppie things. From a conservative rural point of view, he might have thought that a black sedan is too much for a woman.
Anyway, I love my car, I obtained it with no debts from anyone, and I continue to love it. What's more, it made the road trip much easier for my aging mother. What the hell is wrong with that?
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