People pointed at my mother with shock in their eyes. Some of them ran toward her and asked for autographs. I had no idea that my mother was a famous violinist. I knew that she was a musician. Ayaka and I were raised in a forsaken village where having a television was considered a luxury. We were considered the richest family because my mother owned a car.
My mother smiled politely while Christie yelled at them to move away. Two security guards arrived and pushed the crowd away. Mother grabbed my hand and hurried toward the exit while Christie followed her. The man standing near a black car opened the door when he saw my mother. My mother pushed me into the backseat and took a seat beside me. Christie took the passenger seat.
