I remember one day in elementary school (I think) on a weekend, I don’t know how it came up, maybe I asked, but my mom took me to Disneyland.
We were not rich at all, so it must’ve been quite costly for us two to go, but she took me. And I’m trying to remember — I think we went on a couple of rides, but not too many because my mom didn’t like crazy rides.
I get a very bittersweet feeling when I think about that day. It must have been really out of her way to pay for that, but at the same time, she wanted to do something special with me. Even though we didn’t do much, I think back on the idea of how much she gave me even though we had so little, and it gives me a very emotional, painful, yet sweet feeling.