Every morning, I worry about Pon
being late for school.
Even though I always prepare her breakfast;
onigiri (rice balls), cheese toast or sandwiches,
she still doesn't have time to eat them all.
Once, she said to me, "See you later,"
"Take another bite! Or you can't keep your energy up,"
I said running after her to the door.
She pulled a sour face.
"Mom, I had a tough time this morning,"
she complained to me after school,
"Since you stuffed an onigiri into my mouth,
I couldn't talk on the way to school."
She explained how she had to talk to
her friend with only her hands like a mime.
She blamed me for it.
What do you think?
I think I'm innocent.
My original Japanese entry.
Thanks to ethoy, Ashley, スープガール and Hien for correcting my English.