When the elevator's door opens, we enter the top floor.
I walk, my hand pulled by Uncle.
Straight towards the end of the path, to an outlook restaurant.
Lined-up in the glass showcase are chocolate parfaits, pudding parfaits, fried shrimps and omelets, hamburgers with plenty of sauce.
Since today is a special day, I'm told I can eat anything.
I say I want to eat everything, and Uncle kindly laughs.
"Then, a children's lunch."
The fried shrimp, hamburger and omelet were lined up on a single dish. Pudding parfait for the desert. All of it my favourites and they are delicious.
After filling my tummy with the feast, I watch the outside while drinking cream soda and suddenly think
Eh? What special day was it again?
As I put on a puzzled expression, Uncle says something.
But distracted by the scene outside, I can't hear well.