September 12, 2016

My dearest,

You’re hungry but it’s nearly bedtime.

Just one slice, you say. A quarter of a mooncake?

I nod and head to the kitchen. Carefully slice the lotus paste mooncake with double egg yolk, a perfect quarter. Here you go.

Thank you, dear, you say. Arigato gozaimasu!

I smile. Time to brush teeth now, eh?

Yes, you nod, happy. Mooncake crumbs on your lips.

Yours, ever and always.