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Very short update, sorry... I hope you enjoy it anyway. Here we get to know Mina a little bit better...

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And, just like that, he grabs his things, kisses me on the cheek and walks away…

I look at my watch and it’s already 4:30 p.m. Even if I drank a lot, I feel completely sane right now thanks to my high alcohol resistance. I sigh remembering that I still have at least one entire hour of work… I go by my house to change myself to clothes that aren’t impregnated with alcohol smell and grab some coffee to clear my thoughts. After thinking a little about what should I do for the first class, I decide to make her do some tests, so I know what we have to work the most and what kind of person Miss Myoui is.

After a 10 minutes ride, I arrive at the exact address that she wrote on the note. It’s an apartment building. I get out of my car parked in the small parking and head to the reception. I say to the concierge:

“Excuse me, sir, I’m here for seeing Miss Myoui, could you please tell me which is her apartment? 

-Of course, it’s apartment 25, the second floor. -He smiles at me politely-

-Thank you -I return the smile-”

It’s already 4:58 p.m. Maybe Father didn’t succeed to convince her. It doesn’t really matter anyway. I can find someone else to teach me…

Sometimes I can’t help myself by thinking about how my life could be if Mark didn’t choose his passion over his responsibility. What if I hadn’t all this burden over my shoulders, what if I could choose too?! What if…? I have to stop thinking like that. I shouldn’t be so selfish.

Mark never could assume responsibilities, we never could trust him totally, he is impulsive, passionate, messy, creative, and I know it. In some way, Father always knew that he wasn’t going to be the family’s business’ new CEO. He just isn’t meant to have that burden, he hasn’t got the patience, the diplomatic talking, he never liked the business world, he almost despised Father for having so much money, which is ridiculous because Father kept less that one quarter of his earnings, Father always invested and made very important donations, so, at the end of the day, we always had just what we needed (in high quality) but never not too much, just what make us happy: a big house, with big rooms, enough intimate space for each member of the family to be alone for a long time, common spaces enough big for inviting friends and doing parties, the electricity used by us only provided by huge solar panels on the house’s roof and two wind turbines in the beautiful park, an electric car for each one of us, … And yeah, Father has always been obsessed with ecology (in a good way), he always cared about trying to reduce all of