There is no place on this planet like summer days at farmers’ market: As the sun kisses tanned faces, we take a bite into earth’s wholesomeness — It is heavenly!
A voice calling me behind, “Jasmine!” I turn around and am dazzled by her appearance: She, in her colorful summer dress, with shoulders bare and cleavage shown. With summer almost over, I could not see a streak of tan on her. Under the sun, she is a little white porcelain, beaming. She approaches with a smile, “Hello, Jasmine. Have not seeing for a while. How are you?”
“Hey, Hing. I am good. What a nice day today!” I try to keep my eyes open as I talk.
“Yes. I like it! Are you here alone?”
“Oh, I am with my in-laws.”
“How long are they staying? Do you have to cook all day?”
“They will be here until Oct. No. They cook most of the time.”
“That is a relief.”
“Are these your kids?”
I look down at one of the girls licking her ice cream. She pulls her child back with one arm and says, “Oh, yeah. We are here for a while and about to leave. Good to see you. Bye.”
Like a mommy hen, she hurries her little chicks, swinging her body and walking the other way. What just happened? I stand there, lost. I do not know what hurts more, the dancing bosom, three healthy kids, or the sudden departure?
All I know is that I just fell off the cloud.