Her hair dripped down her back. She had dropped her hair behind her back, and she still looked a bit nervous when it hit the ground.

tli, or dripped, was so simple a child could understand. Just a splat of water on paper. But even in the simplest sentences, there's a story to be told.

Her husband stood at her side. A man standing right by his wife, maybe slightly older or younger, but she wasn't sure how old he was.

I dunno, some Ministry hag. Maybe "ministry" is supposed to be spelled with an 'i.' Anyway, it sounds like a mysterious person who is always up to something.

When I was eating ham and Swiss cheese on rye, the bread became hard, but I still could enjoy every last chunk of meat that fell into my mouth. The cheese melted gently against my tongue, and there was this faint tangy flavor from the ham that followed me as I swallowed each bite.

Every Saturday dad made a beautiful pea and ham soup. Each week, they would start with a black wheat bagel (which became my favorite), then toss some garlic for a topping, pour a pan of sauerkraut over it, and add in a bit of red onion before the cheese came out.

And then there was that one time when I wanted to ask him to help me do something, but he just said 'I'll come along.' I felt like maybe we could go on a little adventure together after all. But no matter how much I tried, it just didn't add up in the end.

I was so sure that this whole thing was going to be fine, and it turned out perfectly. Except for that one thing where he kept giving me more bread as though I wasn't brave enough to ask him to take another piece of it himself. But at least the food stayed warm on the table, and there were some cookies waiting outside that I could have had if I wanted to.

When I first heard about the mystery person, I was so scared I almost screamed out loud. But as soon as he came in, I just laughed. It was all very simple—sometimes it's the simplest things that are so much more interesting than they seem.

I still don't know how this mysterious person got into our lives. Maybe it's time to think about what we want and what matters most. Or maybe that person is not going anywhere soon, and I just need to focus on my own little world.