4 June. Day 1. HFMD.
She couldn’t have picked a better time to get it actually. It’s the second and last week of our term break, so work has eased and there is the luxury of time and space in the homeland that we have recently spruced up. We drink juices, eat whole fruits and being very thankful for the summer harvests from the other end of the world.
White light in the morning is heartbreakingly beautiful. We sit by the window, eat our breakfast, talk about what we are going to do in the days to come. She plans picnics and bakes and lunch and dinner menu. From someone with several ulcers in the mouth, it’s amazing how she can still love food so much.
And I think a brew will see me through. Coffee or tea, either (or both) will do.
Thank you for being mild, HFMD.