When I go home, a hot pot, mushrooms, and my family were waiting for me.
MATTAKE*.
My mom and my sister were preparing a hot pot at my OOCHI. (Well, Yui was half-asleep)
When I was home, my sister never helped out, so it was refreshing to see her standing in the kitchen, saying “Can I do anything?”
Good girl! Apparently the two of them went to Tsukiji Market today and bought all kinds of things, so we’re having a luxury hotpot.
So I went all out and bought my favorite tart from Qu’il Fait Bon, and brought it home like a souvenir for my drunk father.
The bright fruits decorating the cake made my heart beat fast with excitement the whole way home.
I get so happy when there’s someone there who will be pleased by the tart.
And then when they’re eating it, saying, “This is really good!”, it’s such a relief.
It’s priceless.
I think that’s what we’re paying for: for the delicious food itself, the love the person making it put into it, and that moment.
Now then.
I think we’ll sleep squished into my semi-double bed.
It’s not such a bad thing wake up all three together, saying, “I’m so hot!”
Then we can take another bath and go to eat something else delicious with our hair smelling of shampoo.
While our hearts beat fast at the colors of the city.
The last day of my mother’s summer vacation.
I hope we can see all kinds of things together.
Be Happy.
Today’s another great day.
BYE-CHIć£.
*MATTAKE are Matsutake Mushrooms
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