Meet Sharon

Sharon was an old lady with silver hair who met at a park called Del Masa Park. Since I can't go back, I also think about my yearning. I really want to eat claypot rice, so I want to go to Daiso to buy a casserole. In fact, I saw that the store sold it before, but the one I went to didn't have it. Because of the piggyback ride, he put us down and left. I didn't buy the pot, I have to wait. Just wanted to see if there were any parks nearby. Go there and sit down. There is one nearby on the map. went away.

There is only one place in this park where children can play. rather shabby. The parks here are actually quite similar, that is, the facilities are new and old, and whether there is that kind of plastic in the place where the children play. Some places are sand, some places are wood chips. The high grade is plastic, and the sand is the worst. So now it's understandable why American mothers don't care about their children playing in the sand. Everywhere, how to refuse. Play a lot, the children are not surprised. Going to the beach to play is more and more artistic. As far as the eye can see, all the people who play in the sand are immigrant children like us. Foreigners usually go to the beach to play in the sand.

We sat down on the bench over there. Next to me was a man who looked Asian with a nose ring and was reading a book. During the period, a black father and daughter were playing slides. The old lady walked slowly in a circle. Because it is very common here, sports are people's daily life, only people like me who are too lazy to come out are forcibly brought out by children. The old lady approached. When I saw her say hello, I answered. Then, it was she who started asking my daughter. Then, she kept talking. Some places I can understand and speak fast, I basically don't understand. I guess, roughly speaking, her granddaughter and her son. All I know is that her husband is Japanese. She said she was happy to chat with me. In fact, most of them are talking about her.

The sun went down and the noon heat was gone. We were wearing dresses, but the wind turned into a blizzard immediately. My daughter couldn't wait any longer. She asked if my daughter was cold and suggested to go to her house. At that moment I realized that she was also wearing short sleeves and bare feet. Alas~ I found that our physical fitness is not as good as that of an 80-year-old lady. Of course, I also saw old people who came out to exercise wearing down jackets. I think we are all alone. She asked us to tell her if we had anything to help. The white old lady is more cute no matter what. Although she is not blond.

Because I didn't bring a coat, my daughter came home sneezing. The weather is really hot at noon and freezing at night. Later, the pig took me to two other daisos to buy the casserole I saw last time, and another day I have to go to Dahua supermarket to buy Cantonese-style sausages, because the electric stove at home can't use this casserole, and I have to buy a gas A small stove can burn my casserole rice. It's not easy to want to eat, but my life is full of surprises when I meet a strange old lady.