We are now driving towards the five kilometers away estate of the Laghberg from the blinding lights of the city. I am seated at the left side of my cousin’s BMW as he maneuvers the steering wheel on my right.
Tired of the smell of cherry coming off from the car freshener, I rolled down the window beside me to have a feel of the natural scent of the earth. The cold air touching my skin reminds me of how a loner, single soul I am in my age.
I am sure a bit surprised to see the changes on the road as I happen to visit it only once during my childhood. The old country side style was now changed into a more contemporary feels, adding more street lights, cemented garden pots, as well as some contemporary statues. Laghberg Mafia is indeed extremely rich to afford this kind of beautification.
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