“ Do you like the rain? “
She asks, as we look outside the window of the cafe.
“ Yes, I do like the rain. Even though my dog drowned in it. “
“ oh. Im sorry. Do you like hot summers? “
“ Yes, even though a fire caused by pollution burned down my home. “
“ Oh. Well then do you like winters? “
“ Yes, even though my father died of frostbite when we got lost in the mountains during winter. “
“ O...