![]() I end up having to rub my tummy, pacing in my bedroom, and getting in and out of bed to keep it down. Things sure aren’t what they used to be in that department. I still like noodles, but now it’s the digestion part that bothers me. Of my three meals a day, one was always some noodle dish. ![]() I used to like eating dishes like this when I was young. I pick out a long, thick noodle and slurp it down. Then, perhaps trying to be polite, she adds: I mean, maybe you should go outside now and then? Lots of festivals and things going on. She looks as if she’s about to ask another question but only says, Oh. I make up some nonexistent lunch with a person she might remember me mentioning before. But here I am, sitting with my daughter, with nothing to show for it, not a single plan or solution. I had thought about her so hard all weekend that I’m exhausted. I kept telling myself I should call you but then I forgot. ![]() My daughter’s face seems a little tired, a little gaunt, and a little aged as she rummages through the utensils box for spoons and chopsticks.ĭidn’t you get my text message, Mom? she asks me. ![]() The waitress brings out two steaming bowls of udon noodles. ![]()
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