She turned her smirk toward me, her gaze full of provocation. “And what about your family?”
My family? Pretty ordinary, I suppose.
I answered truthfully, “My dad lays bricks at construction sites. He spends his days wearing a safety helmet and running around under the sun. My mom works in a flower shop and in her free time, she enjoys playing mahjong with the aunties next door.”
Claire folded her arms, a mocking glint in her eyes. “Does your dad own a car? A Land Rover, perhaps? Or maybe a BMW?”
She already knew the answer.
I shook my head. “We do have a vehicle, a sturdy old tricycle and an electric bike.”
That was good enough, wasn’t it?
Claire snorted. “A tricycle counts as a car?”
I furrowed my brows, mulling over her words. “Why wouldn’t it? My mom often rides the tricycle to take me along when selling flowers. My brothers get around on shared bikes. And honestly, buses and subways are super convenient nowadays, not to mention energy-saving and environmentally friendly.”
The audience’s comments flooded the screen.
[Poor kid. It’s sad, but luck really does play a huge role in life.]
[Sigh. Like parents, like children. Mediocrity is probably her destiny.]