Chapter 12: Cloud Hands on the Balcony

The alarm clock rang at 3:50. The delivery station hours are from 4:00 to 8:00. When I got up, it was still dark. I dressed in the dark, trying not to make a sound.

The kitchen light came on. My mom had gotten up at 3:30 again. The sizzling sound of eggs frying on the stove and the smell of cooking oil wafted over at the same time. As I washed my face and walked to the kitchen door, she had just flipped the eggs over, holding a spatula in one hand and supporting her back with the other.

Today…