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We took our niece swimming to our hotel pool.
This time we remembered to bring her life jacket.
When we were in the pool she made sure to inform everyone that my nipples looked like chocolate chips. She had a hard time saying goodbye, so she stayed in her room when we left.
She was sniffling, playing with her dollies alone. Goodbyes are tough.
Most restaurants were closed because it is Labour Day.
But we lucked out and found the only restaurant open on Mondays. Chinese food for lunch in Kingston, Nova Scotia.
My youngest was happy they had General Tao chicken on the menu.
My best friend guessed his baby would be born today.
Not yet but soon! We are eager to meet wee “Lentil,” another cousin-to-be. The Chinese restaurant tasted of chicken balls, that florescent pink plum sauce,
spare ribs, fried rice. The taste of childhood comfort.
I tossed out my fortune cookie. Good fortune? Bad fortune?
I don’t remember what it said. Good thing, I guess. I asked for four cups of jasmine tea and we got four pots instead!
We don’t know when we’ll be back to visit our niece and nephew.
My eldest is already feeling nostalgic before we’ve even left.
But hope is a powerful elixir. It tastes of jasmine tea. |
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