“Look! Mom, there’s a much fancier car than dad’s right in front.” Ming pointed at the car. By instinct, he half rose from his seat but was held by the safety belt. The fancy car overtook the others and soon disappeared into the distance, out of sight. He then turned to his mother, saying, “Too bad, you can’t see.”
Mei was glad Ming enjoyed his window seat, though a saddened thought was pending in her mind, When can I drive a car?
“Look! Mom! The sea down there with lots of boats! Big ones here. Small ones there.” Ming spoke more excitedly. This time, Mei could see the view clearly. It was delightful. The endless water was half embraced by hills, sparkling under the golden sunset with sadly beautiful refl ections of the fi shing boats, the sailing boats and the long-tail boats. Some were moving with small, blurry fi gures, but some were not. The open endlessness stretched to a point that freedom lay where the boats sailed with mystery. Mei was upset, thinking, When can I take a boat?