“In order to fulfill our aspirations we must toil,” my father said. “Nothing can be gained without hard work,” he repeated. When I was small I usually never understood what he meant by this; I thought money grew on trees, that the credit card was a magical object with which we could buy whatever we wanted. 84 more words
Tags » Coming Of Age
Some thoughts on this confused and distressed, but still blessed generation.
My eyes followed the waitress’ every move as she placed our orders— cups of green tea latte, a slice of cheesecake, and a small plate of pudding— one by one on the table in front of us. 857 more words