August 29, 2012

My dearest,

“Can you eat now?” you ask me.

You’ve returned from work and unassembled the groceries onto the dining table. A carton of eggs, green vegetables, some ginger and cloves of garlic. I’d prepared some porridge earlier, plain. Now you’ll be frying the eggs and vegetables. A simple meal for the two of us. My tummy’s still not all that great so this is fine.

I nod, and you turn around, heading to the kitchen to cook.

Yours, ever and always.