Even when the sky is a silver-white and the sunlight is a diffuse glow, the midday warmth invites me into the garden to feel the day.
The midday light brings a brighter palette to the view, as if the artist surrendered to a bonnier mood.
School time' finally over and we're back at home. I've stripped from my uniform and replace them with normal, casual clothes. My hair's now tied up behind me.
"Are you sure this tomatoes are still okay?"
Jia's been standing in front of the oven for two minutes now. Like me, she's changed into some comfortable, home clothes.
I glance over my shoulder. capturing her figure in my gaze.
And she's been debating wether or not to put the tomatoes into her boiling stew.
"Yes, they are." I say for the fifth time today. She's hesitant to use it since app
