The Dialogue (20)

   I was at the pasta restaurant. And I was one who arraged this lunch meeting with three colleagues. The funny thing about this one was all three were women except for me, and I was called a big sister among them. It was not supposed to last this long if I didn't put much efforts to activate this gathering into regular. I frequently gave the notice that it would be a sole purpose of maintaining friendship, and all of you were more than welcommed to participate this one.

   It was not that bad as usual, and I was enjoying listen to about what middle aged women are concerned about lately. The one thing particularly struck me the most was to come from the one who sent her mom to a nursing home. She appeared to be shaky in the beginning and to be felt gradually urged to expand her scope of sights into a little wider one. That was what she was talking about mainly. She seemed to like she was beginning to glance at the agony of how to get older.

   She emphasized on the sentence that life is not that long as she would think of it would be.