My sunday

My Sunday

The Sunday is a great day to me. Because I have to work from Monday to Saturday, so I always try to relax on Sunday. I used to get up late on Sunday, about 9am, have breakfast, and then call to talk with my daddy. I sometimes go out with my friends in the afternoon, or just stay at home to read a book and watch a movie. But today it's raining. I can't go out with my friends, so I sit and watch the rain through the window while I drink coffee (which is actually more milk than coffee). The rains drops down on the road and on the buildings. There are some little birds getting wet, they can't seem to no find out a place to hide. Far away, there are I see some people who are holding hands while walking in the rain. They look happy.  I have to go cook dinner for myself now.

A lovely story, even if it leaves the reader feeling somewhat forlorn.  Hope you have better weather next weekend.