It was a head flower that had just become popular at the time, and the area hadn't yet developed much; it was quite remote. There were no stores nearby that sold this head flower, and one had to go to the city to buy it.
Other families had already started their New Year's Eve dinner, and the continuous sound of firecrackers could be heard outside. She and her mother were anxiously waiting at home for her father to return for the New Year's Eve dinner.
It wasn't until nightfall that her father finally rushed back on his bicycle, equipped with a carrying pole, and joyfully told her that he had managed to get the red flower for her.
At that time, she didn't know how far or how long it took to cycle from their home to the city. Now, understanding how to calculate such things, she realized that it would take at least an hour and a half to reach the city center by bicycle, and three hours for a round trip.
The more she thought about this, the more vivid the memory became.
