“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
We were standing across the street watching the carousel go round and round. There weren’t just children riding on the horses. There were adults with one hand holding onto the pole of the horses and the other waving in the air, like they’re swinging an invisible rope.
Part of me wanted to join them so bad while another part of me felt incredibly embarrassed for having such thoughts. You are an adult, act like one, mentally, I scolded at myself.
“Let’s go,” Mother said and muttered again, “Lao-huan-tong.”