The distance with her husband is getting farther and farther, and the relationship with her daughter is like an iceberg. The daughter is in a period of rebelliousness, and she scoffs at her mother's poor English. That contempt is not out of hatred for the incompetent, but an unbridled ridicule based on the most intimate relationship. When we were young, we were always arrogant, fearless, didn't take our parents seriously, and talked back to them willfully. In fact, it was because we subconsciously tacitly assumed that our parents would never abandon us. But as time goes by, the older we get, the lonelier we become. We are getting farther and farther from our parents. It's not that our family is indifferent, but that we have grown up and have our own responsibilities to shoulder, and our parents are no longer our support. When we have to rely on ourselves, we will miss those carefree times. When my daughter yelled at her mother, I thought she was rude, but there was still a fear inside, "Yeah, that's me!"
I've been waiting for when Shahi will start learning English, looking forward to with her transformation. But the director seems to be deliberately going against me, and it's too late. But when emotions accumulate to a certain level, it happens naturally. It's a matter of course. It's hard to forget that when Shaxi was ordering in a fast food restaurant, because of the grumpy waiter, Shaxi was insulted all the time. Her aggrieved expression was very much like herself when she was confused! So immersive!
Crying and laughing all the way, switching between crying and laughing in seconds.
But what is it that touches you the most? Maybe figured out a reason. When we have a lack of ability, some people will keep nagging us and poke our wounds; some people will take care of us carefully and let us not pay attention to this defect. The former is just like the daughter's complaint to her mother, the waiter's harsh rebuke to Shahi, and the husband's contempt for his wife, all of which have contributed to the transformation of the heroine, and the bleeding wound has become the hardest armor; but if they take good care of the heroine, they will not. Let her be hurt, she will be very happy, but the wound will always be there. Both of these choices have laughter and tears, and both are the inspirations of life for us, and we should all be grateful. If I had to choose, I would choose the former, and fight while I was young.
Small touch: the caring uncle on the plane, the black little brother who smiled and greeted him in the subway, and the second male who saw the heroine and asked her to jump in the queue for the first time.
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