The sweet potatoes were all sold out, so my mother had no choice but to cut some taro to make up for it. Unexpectedly, the taro grown on the balcony tasted very good, and the whole family greedily enjoyed the fruits of their labor.
Before going out, my mother, who is not quite old yet, was dressed gorgeously, so skillfully adorned that she didn't look like a wife who has suffered hardships with her husband at all. My father, whose prestige was still not fully established, quickly reformed himself and put on a double-breasted suit, looking so handsome that it was heart-wrenching, scaring people away. My imitative and vain younger sister...