Jared was soothed by Agnes’s gentle call of “honey”.

Now, she called him that more naturally.

Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.

The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet

He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.

She asked, “How is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?”

Jared replied, “Not bad, it tastes like you.”

Agnes frowned, “That’s a weird comparison.”

But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.

that Jared was thinking about something

I was little, because there were all sorts of foods that you couldn’t get in the city. In the summer there were berries, in the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood kids to raid a beehive and ended up in the hospital because of the bee stings. Another time, I fed all the corn that my grandma was saving for seeds to the sheep, and she chased me

past, Agnes

his eyes full of adoration.

a

rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest, she always followed

passed away, she hasn’t played like she used to.

a kid, if only we

seemed to remember something and lightly kicked the

in the world,

around and glared at Jared, “Do you know how annoying it is

it

beyond repairing

in the dark night

by a knife,

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