That afternoon the winter air was very cold and pierced my bones, I also pulled my warm coat and put on my favorite pink gloves. I also walked quickly hoping to arrive home on time, went to the family room and warmed myself in front of the fireplace. While waiting for the mother-made cream soup that has no equal. Then go to the dining table and enjoy lunch with mom and dad.
Oh my god, what a really nice winter lunch.
What do you think you are cooking for lunch? I thought for a moment. Because, the living thing in my stomach is like holding a mini concert event that makes me feel even more rumbling and can't help but be hungry. Arriving in front of the house, I was surprised by several large zip cars parked in the yard.
I also quickened my pace to go inside and see who was coming. When I was exactly a few meters in front of the entrance, I seemed to hear the voice of my mother who was begging.
