"You haven't changed at all, Kiki," there was a smirk and then a close-set gaze looking at the girl who is now agile making spoons, serving rice on a plate of each member of her family.
He looked at me with a smile, " is that enough?"give it to Thomas.
"Yes," said Thomas, " Where Are you?"
"It's early in the morning," he replied lightly.
"Where to?"
"Work," said Kiki, in line with her hand a little hesitant to put a plate of rice in front of Thom.
Thom's eyes opened wider, he was a little surprised to hear that Kiki's father left early for work.
It used to be that when he first came to this house what he remembered most was an extinct man surrounded by three excited children. Especially her eldest daughter, the fierce girl who every day and every moment scolded her father's depression.
"It turns out you've changed," said Thom as he took the side dishes in front of him. Before long, the first spoon-sign began to enjoy his breakfast-.
