If asthma killed her once, it could be twice. But optimistic mother cared no more. The touch of experiencing a death made her a fearless “hedonist”. What she wished for was the ideal happiness of the people she loved.
Quite the contrary, father was negative. What he really cared about was stability and security, which only existed in the village, in the past. That was engraved in his blood. He really meant that stability and security were happiness. And the line of the happiness he had carefully drawn here, as far as I was concerned, was meant to be my only future.