It is finally spring. This winter was long. My indoor projects were few and small. Monica says she likes to garden. She says she will plant tomatoes and peppers and kale and she will buy potted herbs and put them on her windowsill. It's official. We are going to be roommates. We are moving in less than a month to a new place with nice amenities. I still have to break the news to Dad. That means I'll have a garden too. That means I'll have potted herbs on my windowsill.
The days are longer. I should be happier than I am, I think. I am pretty happy. But something tells me that I'm not as happy as I can be. Maybe it was the fortune cookie that said: Happiness is not short. It's long.
I'd just eaten spicy tofu. This fortune cookie made me really think. Monica asked me to read it out loud. I did. She didn't say anything. She looked more excited than I knew she really was. People always want to hear fortunes read out loud. But why? I can't remember a single fortune that was read out loud.
My sister was born in the year of the dog. My father was born in the year of the monkey. My mother was born in the year of the rat. What does that make me?
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