"They've added footprints."
We were standing near the counter,waiting for our Americanos.
My daughter pointed toward the yellow waiting linenear the bakery section.
Small footprints had been...
“Oh, it suddenly got quiet.”
My daughter looked around the caféand smiled slightly.
She had been studying Japanese by the window,slowly sipping an iced Americano.
I was...
A few days ago,I entered the elevator alone.
A delivery driver stepped ina few floors later.
“Hello,”he said gently.
“Hello,”I answered.
He stood quietly behind me.
Then I heard...
We made a simple weekend brunch.
Shiitake mushroom pancakes.Spicy cucumber salad.Warm rice.
Nothing special.
After eating, my daughter and I left the apartment to go to a...
