The sunlight runs through this exuberant city from 5.30 in the morning till as late as 9 before it fades away.

Sitting in a brightly lit car rental shop, it seemed pretty queer that on the day after Christmas, my dad was willing to pay the exorbitant of $150 to rent a Toyota, even more so after the accident. We always walked or caught a tram, but dad insisted on having a car, “for a change”. T’was the day after Christmas. Merry shoppers pranced past the window, chirpily chatting away. They seemed oblivious to the heavy on-coming traffic of metal bugs tail-gating one another. I hated bugs as much as I hated cars.

Pressing my nose against the window, I wondered what they were thinking as I stared into their overly-eager faces and wild-looking eyes. The sights and sounds of the exuberant city must have seemed overwhelming for these people who were attempting to take in all the sights at once. It beats sitting here, all alone, cold and pathetic. The continuous flow of traffic seemed awfully terrifying from this distance. I remembered what happened last Christmas. Mom rushing out to save me as I crossed the road... I wondered, just wondered. Maybe mom was here with me, just around me somewhere close. She told me she would never be far.