"You better hang up now! Do that now!" he yelled. "You better not think bad about me," he said to remind me to hang up for the tenth time. "I wasn't really doing anything. I need to talk with my friend about the assignment that's due soon," I responded, at the same time covering the speaker of the phone, so my friend couldn't hear my fuddy-duddy Yeye. After finishing talking on the phone, I looked …showed first 75 words of 1709 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1709 total…fan totally. Those three planes still hung there steadily. My Yeye had made it for me, and they were securely tightened to make sure they would not fall off onto my head. Similarly Yeye's love held me so tight and steady, because he wouldn't want to see me falling. I knew I could not fly, but I still cut myself loose. I was same as the Japanese--never won a war. What a fool I was.