"What's the matter, you don't look good, don't you feel comfortable eating breakfast?"

The girl asked patiently with an innocent smile. Representative Foley felt that there were countless wooden thorns standing in his mouth, and he could not open his mouth at all, so he could only shake his head to indicate that there was no problem, and the girl stood there for a few seconds, and then returned to the work area with a blank expression.

For a while, Forley still hadn't recovered from the unpleasant sensation, and the wooden spines gradually burrowed down his esophagus from his mouth like a fish with wings, until they reached near his chest.

"Efia, you finally appeared, where did you go? When did you leave? Why did it suddenly disappear? He shouted, his voice getting louder and louder, and with each sound his body gasped for pain. In the end, only Representative Foley could tell which were the sounds of speech and which were painful gasps.

The girl didn't come back to this table, she stood in the work area and her smile was still bright, it must have been Ephia, but why did she ignore herself, did she have forgotten, or never remembered.

In this alternating green and yellow restaurant, the white tables and chairs seem weak and weak, making people not want to sit for a long time, perhaps this is what the owner wants, and it is better for the guests to leave after eating and not stay for long.

Can't the people here remember anything, just like the decoration? Even though they met every day, even on a clear and cold night, they had walked together through the narrow streets, anxiously and carelessly waiting for the dawn sun. Ephia neither spoke nor cared what Forlì said, the two just held each other's hands tightly as if they had been communicating all night, and they were merely walking together, aimlessly, expecting the day to rise and the night to never end.

Ephia, he shouted loudly again with all his might. Until I was woken up by the sound of birds chirping in the early morning.

"What's wrong with you, sweating all over?"

Representative Foley opens his eyes, staring directly at Sammel. The wife was wearing a green silk pajamas, and her slightly fat body did not reduce the charm of her wife, but made her originally straight breasts fuller. Representative Foley reached out to hug his wife, the excitement of the morning made him forget the pain in his sleep, and Shamel just lay down gently, and then gently moved his head to the dark blue pillow with his hand.

"Sweaty, nightmares?" The wife asked.

Foley slept to his side, lying flat on his back and looking out at the windowsill facing the bed, where the golden kudzu climbed all over the window and naturally drooped down to the single sofa chair below.

José also had the potted plant on his desk, even the same pot, and this morning Foley's memories of the hospital were recovering a little faster than before, perhaps because of the potted plant, he didn't remember the damn words of the doctor until he brushed his teeth.

Seeing that her husband did not answer, Samel did not seem to have any intention of continuing to ask, and turned around and did not speak again.

Early in the morning, the birdsong sounded again, and Representative Foley got up, turned off the alert, and walked straight to John's room.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Superman."

"Ah, why Superman, I'm not going to be Superman."

Representative Foley looks at John, who has not yet woken up, and realizes that he has grown up unknowingly, to an age where he likes to say "no" and disagree. Maybe the problem with toothpaste is also related to this special age, if that's the case, there's really nothing to worry about, just spend this time well, children grow up like this, think of this Foley feels a lot more relieved, the previous worries seem to be really unfounded.

"So what are you going to do? John. Representative Foley asks again.

"I want Mom."

"Mom?"

John was wearing pajamas with car patterns, his clothes and pants were printed with various styles of cars, and his pajama pants were obviously shorter, and it seemed that his son had really grown a lot longer these days. John was already standing on the bed in a hugging position, stretching out his arms, and this stretching his arms, the sleeves of his pajamas shrank above his elbows, and Forlì couldn't help but laugh.

"Dad, what are you laughing at?"

John laughed along, and although he didn't understand what Forlì was laughing at, he saw that the child would imitate the laughter of others, as if he could immediately appreciate the happiness of others.

"Then Daddy will take you to Mom and tell her that you have grown taller."

"Okay, Dad."

Sameel watched as Representative carried his son into the room, and could only reluctantly get out of bed.

"Is Mommy off today?" John asked softly.

Samel put John on the bed, stroked his hair, and squeezed his shoulder, and John squeaked and laughed.

"Mommy, Mommy, I want ice cream."

"Mom, Mom, are you off today? I don't have to go to school, right? ”

Representative Foley leans against the door, looking at his son and wife, and thinking of the silent departure of Samel in the morning.

When did the wife stop welcoming herself?

Maybe in the relationship between the two, there has never been a moment of real intimacy, Foley has no time to recall those pasts that are no longer important, he has more important questions to think about, the two people in front of him, no matter what, are the most important people in his life after his mother left, but what does this mean by being important? Did they also feel that they were that important person, and whether Samel shared his feelings with him, maybe not, maybe he didn't pay attention. John laughs when he's happy and cries when he's sad, but of course John is a good boy, and in any way he seems to be sensible but also intellectually above his peers.

He had to think about some inescapable questions, how to let them know that the changes that would happen at any time were acceptable to the two people in front of him? Although the original life is not perfect, but there is a gentleness that is used to it, how will this life change? Neither of these questions can be answered by Representative Foley, but one thing he knows remarkably well – it's all because of himself.

Thinking of this, the thorn in the dream seemed to follow his consciousness to the world after waking up, no longer a vague pulse signal, but a real object, a real pain, a slight, shrunken dream.

Representative Foley turns to the bathroom and turns on the faucet, the cold water flowing through the pipes, the morning excitement long gone.

He took off his pajamas and put himself into the cold bathtub, the residual emotions in the dream were like bubbles blowing in his veins, and the sunlight outside the window was as beautiful as ever. And the cold water in the bathroom is like an endless rain, intending to rain all winter.