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Monday morning of last winter, my frozen heart makes me feel
much gloomier together with the weather that turned cold all
of a sudden. My husband left home early in the morning because
of his business trip. I made the brown-seaweed soup warm over
again, which I made last night. After eating it alone as if
it were water boiled with burned rice, I left to work.
What the hell does he have a business trip such a day. Today
is my birthday? After I got to work, my mind was extremely
difficult all through the morning. Besides, being indifferent
to my state of mind, the computers of the office had some
problems with an interface. Undoubtedly, there might be some
messages from my friends in celebration of my birthday. I
couldnt check them at all, and I felt forlorn beyond expression
on my birthday.
Feeling so bad all through the morning, the lunch time reached.
I couldnt enjoy myself as usual. I had no my appetite, but
I felt like eating warm soup. I headed for the dining room
in the firm. I saw the menu on the bulletin board. The menu
of the day was the spot stew with frozen Pollack. Being indifferent
to the menu, I had a glimpse of the other workers with a sulky
silence. What they are eating was brown-seaweed soup. My turn
came and I tried to get the soup from the lady staff of the
kitchen. Having another look at my face, she smiled at me
brightly. Then she, Happy birthday! How surprising that the
lady of the dining room in the firm was congratulating me
on my birthday! My feeling was getting better.
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