When I came home from private school, my younger sister, a primary school student, was playing drums in the living room. "I'm home." I usually don't say such greetings. It is probably because I was surprised. "Welcome back." My sister vividly rotated the stick in the air and struck it to the end, stopping the performance. "What are you doing?" "You can see if you look." "Why is the drum set at home?" "I bought it." "Why can you beat the drums?" "Because I did a drummer at a part-time job at night." There were a lot of things I still wanted to ask. However, I felt that I would be asking forever, and I decided to give up on this. My sister started to play again. Disappointing, but she is quite good. Rather than being quite good, it is extremely good. (Cool!) I had no choice but to decide what kind of content the part-time job was at night and to give courage and ask my sister when her performance was over.
