The day, I could remember every distinct about the day. About which birds were outside chirping on the tree in our yard. How there was a nest on the tree and how many little birds were just there waiting for their mother to bring them food. The model of the clock that was ticking in the living room. The food mom made that day for our breakfast and the exact time when dad left for his job.
"Kazuki, the food is ready," mom said from the kitchen and I ran from my room to the dining table with excitation in my eyes. The food that mom cooked was always the best meal I have ever tasted. No professional chef from a Michelin star restaurant could make food as good as she did. It was just out of this world.
"What is for breakfast today?" I said moving my hand closer to the dish but instantly got slapped in the hand with a ladle. I held my hand and looked up at her.