It's all one flower.

Late lunch and a slightly earlier dinner proceeded soothingly.

After the baked fish, only one can was opened and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana warmed the moisture with surgery.

Note to the paper cup. When I divided it, it was only one bite at a time, but no one complained about it.

"It's just fish all the time, 'cause nutrition is biased and you get sick."

Leno says as he puts water in a paper cup where he finishes his soup and drinks his little one.

Boy soldier Morph nodded at the bakery youth, but inside, surprised.

... Not enough nutrition, not just less hallucinations, but something about the disease.

Residents on this side listen to Leno whine as a matter of course, even the little girl Amana and Pina's sister.

If Morph could have gone to elementary school properly, he might have been taught.

Regret, sorrow and giving up blended together, swirling in the back of my chest.

Morph stirred up the rest of the soup and poured a bottle of water into a paper cup to imitate (if) Leno. The creamy soup mixes with water to give it a thin flavor.

This soup is also the first "savory" Morph has ever spoken of.

It contains many different kinds of "proper vegetables", whose flavors overlap to create an indescribable delicacy.

… delicious, nutritious and portable.

Twenty-nine more handy cans.

"I've eaten such a delicious mon since the wedding."

Medvege laughs at the full face after the meal.

Boy soldier Morph was born this way, never attended a wedding. I didn't even know what it was like.

I just heard the girls in the neighborhood say their admiration.

Sure, if you can have such a treat, I guess that would be a very happy thing.

In the neighborhood, there was Morph's sister and a woman close to her age.

If I worked for the estate's tailor and the estate and myself were safe, I would still be.

I handed out small items to the girls in the neighborhood with extra cloth that I received at work.

What my sister got was a white, classy ribbon. The "neighbor" says he made it out of the excess of his wedding clothes.

Morph looked at the ribbon and remembered the butterfly in Sheeney Green Space.

In the spring, colorful butterflies fly across the green space. Coming from the woods and mountains, smoke weed flower nectar. Even grass that poisons humans is fine with butterflies and imobes.

Morphs go to green spaces to find grass to eat on days without work.

Whenever I saw a flickering butterfly from flower to flower, I was envious of living gracefully with honey alone.

Not only my sister, but even my mother and grandmother were not worthy of their age, and I let my eyes shine on a ribbon that didn't add up to my belly.

At that time, there was nothing in our house that seemed to be replaceable, and the women in the house shrunk to their regrets.

"I always take care of you."

Neighbor said, smiling without a blemish, leaving without demanding anything.

Ten days later, I finally got my sturdy bread.

My sister gave her share to my mother, who went to deliver it to the tailor.

I thought it was a push sale even though it was something I told you to send over from here, but my sister had never laughed at me like that, so I couldn't tell Morph anything.

My mother half rubbed her bread with her sister.

Then each day, when the three of them had finished their day's work, they gave out a ribbon and watched. Those days lasted until my grandmother fell ill and was unable to leave for work.

One day, my sister spent all morning wearing that ribbon to her hair. A treasure that suited my sister's white skin and pale colored hair well but never wore until then.

When Morph was surprised (a lot) at what he called the wind blowing, his sister laughed and heard.

"How do you like it? Does it look good?

"Yeah. What's going on?

"I don't know if I can go to your daughter-in-law, but I don't want to try it on once or so"

Confused by her sister, who said something unexplainable, Morph looked at her sleeping grandmother. My grandmother doesn't move with her back to this one.

The next day, my mother came home late in the evening with a big hemp bag. The mouth of the bag is empty and a bunch of folded cardboard sticks out.

"With cardboard, you can make warm beds."

My mother said it out loud and put her stuff down.

I closed Tongue's door, raised my index finger and said Shh, and called my sister and Morph by hand imitation and gathered them together.

"It's been about a month now, Kimban. If you save, so be it. There's plenty of them, so you can't eat them at once."

With that said, my mother gets her stuff out of the hemp bag.

The contents of the hemp bag were three large packs of crushed cardboard boxes and sturdy bread.

One per person per day would certainly be enough to hold it for a month.

If you find out there's a lot of sturdy bread, they might steal it. I guess he put it in a hemp bag, pinched it in a crushed cardboard box and hid it from me.

"Mom, what's wrong with this?

When Morph heard him whisper, my mother frowned (wrinkles) between her brows and shook her neck to the side.

"You don't have to know. You can't tell anyone."

My mother doesn't ask once I mention it.

Until you change your mind, no matter how much you eat, you can't have anything that doesn't work.

I tried to hear it again by the time I finished eating it all, and Morph pulled back a lot.

Even though the figure is not clear, the origin of large quantities of bread was immediately known.