One of the challenges of driving a taxi was looking for passengers. Luckily for my father, he had a regular passenger – a young lady teacher called May – who went to school daily in his taxi.
Father had a deep respect for May and addressed her as Laoshi (Teacher). My father often regretted his lack of education due to the disruption caused by the war.
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