Less and less things were bearable. Letting go of the little boy, Mei moved to the kitchen and heat the leftover food.
Sunday was annoying. The paleness of the late January air seemed to add more annoyance to one particular tradition. It was a weekly event. On Sunday afternoons, the local married women with husbands and children, would visit their parents for a family gathering dinner. As would Sang with her husband Mang and their two children. They lived near Mei’s home, and spent more time running a small embroidery business at Mei’s than anywhere else. Before moving to town, Mei used to work full-time for them with a monthly salary of one thousand, no more, no less. For convenience, or simply as an excuse, they took for granted that they frequently stayed for lunch, dinner and sometimes even bed too.