a fire was lit inside our small home
making the living room cosy
as we all sat around the table.
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Kohaku was arguing with Midori about who would sit next to me
and Midori’s aunt was helping papa dish the food into bowls.
the room was alive with voices
and smells and smiles.
eventually Kohaku forced himself between Midori and i
looking pleased with himself
as he plopped down beside me.
i just shook my head and passed them each a bowl of steaming yaki soba.
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conversation continued while we ate.
Kohaku spoke in japanese with papa while
i spoke to Midori and her aunt in english.
i felt at home in this house
for the first time in years.
to have it filled with living
breathing people
was a comfort in itself.
after dinner
we toasted dango over the fire
and played card games.
the night never seemed to end.
by midnight
the snow was too heavy and the sky too dark to go home
so everyone had to stay the night.
Midori and Kohaku slept in my room
and her aunt slept on the living room couch.
never had the house been so occupied
that it warmed my heart.
[ yaki soba: a popular Japanese pan fried noodle with chicken or beef and stir-fried vegetables such as cabbage, celery, and carrots.
dango: chewy Japanese rice dumplings that are often served on a stick ]
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Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
