"Next week is course registration."
My daughter smiledas she lookedout the bus window.
"I've alreadyset an alarm.
I don't wantto miss my chanceagain."
I smiled back.
"Already?It's that time...
"It was too hot
for a Par 3 course.
How about checking out
a café
owned by
a reporter I know?"
My husband suggested.
Before we left,
I searched
for a restaurant nearby.
If...
"Isn't it hot?
Want to drive to the beach?"
my daughter asked with a smile.
I paused.
I had spentmore than six hourson the highway yesterday.
I had also...
This morning,
I sat by the window at my favorite café.
The rain had finally stopped.
The sky was clear,
and a cool breezedrifted in.
While organizing ideasfor future...
“Our car isn’t here,” my daughter said. “That’s strange. I’m sure I parked it here yesterday.” I leaned to the right to see farther down the row of parked cars.
"There he is."
My husband was standingunder a tree,looking at his phone.
My daughter and I were walkingthrough our apartment parking lot.
"We're heading out,"I said.
"Have fun,"he...
The night before,
my husband told mehe was meeting friends for dinner.
We had plannedto play a round at a par-3 coursethe next morning.
But after drivingmore...
"Next week is Chobok.
Could you ask your parentswhether we're going this Sunday?"
I asked my husbanda few days in advance.
Every summer,
we visit his parentsaround that...
