When I woke up, I had already missed breakfast. I didn't know where Grandma had gone, and I was the only one in the big house. I touched my growling stomach, so I had no choice but to get up and go to the kitchen refrigerator to find some bread to fill my stomach.
Sitting alone at the dining table, I prepared a simple breakfast of jam-filled bread and pure milk. After getting used to my grandmother's cooking, I was no longer used to eating this.
I picked up the remote control, intending to watch TV to pass the time. Instead, it was a melodramatic love drama when I switched on the TV. "Oh, this must be the one Mom watched last night. It's a classic dramatic plot of the male lead disappearing and reuniting ..." I was halfway through my sentence when I suddenly understood Mom's thoughts. She must have hoped that Dad could reunite with us so easily.
