The plant grew today

Today was a normal day. Kids. Paint. One boy cried because his sock was wet. I fixed it. Aigoo, my feet hurt.

I came home. Made rice. Ate it slow. The plant on the window is growing a new leaf. I looked at it for too long.

Mom called. I did not pick up. I texted back good tired. She sent a heart. I stared at it.

Sometimes I think about the other job. The one my aunt still asks about. The one with the suit. I live with fairy lights and one good plant.

I did not pick up because I did not want to lie. But I did not want to tell the truth either. The truth is small. The truth is: I am not sure I made the right pick.

Then a kid drew me. My hair was rainbow. I put it on the fridge. It is the best thing in this flat.

Hwaiting, Seo-yeon. Jinjja, I love them. I just wish one grown-up asked me how I am.