Today I got up at seven.
I had a hay fever. I started to have medicine yesterday but my eyes itches this morning,
I was thinking about my mother. When I was young, she worked hard for juggling household expenses. I thought she payed for my school expenses. However my sister told her relatives lent her money. She bought lots of expensive clothes and never paid them back.
Now she tells us “never dispose of my clothes and pictures! They are quite expensive!”
Those expensive things are worthless for others.
I had never traveled with my family. I had never gone somewhere with my family when I was a child. I gave up them because my family was poor. When I saw her clothes at her apartment, I felt empty.
