Oh God, I hate to cook today. It feels like this is an endless job which I cannot enjoy. I miss my friends who usually do the job and I just washed the plates as my assigned tasks. I don’t need to think the whole thing but just to eat and be thankful for their hard work. It was before, before we parted ways and live our life by our own.
And just suddenly I miss them in the kitchen. Wish I could bring back the time, that we are still together and I can still eat with them.
I am appreciating the simple things in a hard way.