The days spread out leisurely.
In late December, the days in Sanya seemed to be stretched by the warm sea breeze.
The balcony door was often open.
There were no alarm clocks to rush anyone.
When waking up, sunlight had usually already spread across half the balcony.
Mom was always the first to get up. Breakfast was casual, porridge or fried rice, dealt with simply, dishes piled up in the sink without urgency to wash.
When going to the nearby market to buy groceries, the three of us usually went together.
A family should stay neat and tidy together.
Li Younan took the lead, mom and Lu Xiaolan followed behind, sometimes helping carry bags, more often curiously looking around.
Back home, the groceries were placed on the kitchen counter, and everyone found their corner.
