Hesitating to speak.
Indeed, some things are inherited in families.
Although I wanted to ask "who usually takes charge in your family" and "do your old parents often quarrel," the words were stuck in my throat and I dared not to say them.
"Your mother... she's quite assertive."
"That's natural."
Speaking of this, the girl continued as if she were boasting: "When my mother first married my father, many people disliked her, thinking she was a foreigner with bad intentions, but now she has settled them all."
Wiping non-existent sweat from my forehead, it seems that being combative is a family trait.
Resting her chin on her hands while gazing at the distant street, she yawned lazily, finding her village and the country of the Southern Border quite lackluster in comparison.
What interested her most here were the various silks and satins; although not the best, they were much better than those in the Southern Border.
"I say, little one..."
"You're only a year older than me."
