Uncle Mike

Yesterday, my dad’s old friend, Mike, came over after a long time. My dad went out with him in the afternoon and came home together very late.

“What are you so annoyed about, Mum?” I asked.

“He’s late for your medicine time, that's why,” replied my mum.

“Oh, dear! It doesn’t matter to me. Never mind, Mum!”

Mike stayed over night.

“Good morning, Uncle Mike!” I said, and jumped onto his lap.

"Good morning, Pinot! You look very well," he replied with a smile.

Later, he showed us several hanging scrolls and some of his grandfather’s archives – absolutely amazing!

He wanted to know if they are valuable or not.

In the afternoon, my mum gave me my meal, and then they went out to lunch at a bistro ‘Hiro’ nearby.