Oil painting
Fist bump
In the evening, while I was watering the field, a neighbors passed by. Grandma, mother, and granddaughter.
They were on their way home from kindergarten.
Granddaughter: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Tomato, cucumber says we are thirsty." "That's why I'm watering them." "Can you hear Tomato says I am thirsty?"
The granddaughter said with a smile, "I heard it."
And as they were leaving, the granddaughter put her hand out to me and asked for a "fist bump."
I wonder if she was happy about something. I felt happy about something too.