A cold wind rises on a spring day.
I came out to the vacant lot of our red brick house to trim a flowerpot.
I found several children of five years were playing house together.
I was pleased to see children whispering together as if I saw my childhood.
“Hey, what are you going to be?”
“Make a decision quickly.”

The child hesitated to answer though friends were tired to hear his answer pressing for an answer.
I seconded the word with smile at that time.
“Go ahead, we were waiting for your answer.”

The child stood up as if he decided something.
Then he rushed to the wall getting much sunshine and leaned against the wall.
“I am sunshine, come here, you guys.”

I stared at him thinking to myself.
‘Alas ! he is better than expected.’
The confused children rushed and stood by him.
“Oh, it’s very warm.”
The children looked familiar.
I used to give a light meal to the children sometimes.
I asked the child who wants to be sunshine while I brought apples chopped in rabbit with colorful plastic forks.

“My grandmother sells wild greens in the market but the place doesn’t get much sunshine.”
The sunshine is impudent enough to give a shine for a moment and transfers soon.
The child thought ill of the sunshine.
That’s why he thought to give a warm sunshine to grandmother all day if he grew old.
I hugged that child and felt warm as if I hold sunshine in my bosom full.