One day in the kindergarten, we were asked who our parents were working for. I remembered my dad — a nail seller (director of a methyl trading company). And my mom...? And then in my head came a picture from the book: "The driver drives the car." Well of course! Mom takes me to the garden, so the driver! At home, my mom laughed and said, “I’m not a driver, I’m a lawyer! If they ask you again, say so.” The next morning I told her, “My mom is a driver, but she asks me to say she’s a lawyer!”