“Look! Mom, there’s a much fancier car than dad’s right in front.” Ming pointed at the car. By instinct, he half rose from his seat but was held by the safety belt. The fancy car overtook the others and soon disappeared into the distance, out of sight. He then turned to his mother, saying, “Too bad, you can’t see.”
Mei was glad Ming enjoyed his window seat, though a saddened thought was pending in her mind, When can I drive a car?