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Breakfast was over. The coffee was gone.
Now, it was time to work.
The kitchen had grown quiet. Mother was washing dishes in the back. My younger
siblings had gone off somewhere.
The only ones left were me, Father, and Yuna.
Father sat relaxed near his low table. A cigarette tucked between his fingers.
Thin smoke rising slowly.
_
"Which part is leaking?" I asked, rolling up my sleeves.
Father looked up slowly.
He raised a hand.
"Over there."
I followed the direction of his finger.
The wooden kitchen ceiling looked old. Some parts had grown dull from years of
smoke from the stove.
Yuna looked up beside me.
"Which one?" I squinted. "I don't see it yet."
"See that slightly darker wooden beam?" Father said casually.
I looked more closely.
Among the wooden supports, there was one section that was blacker and slightly
rotted.
Right above it...
"Oh."
I finally saw it.
A small crack in a roof tile. Thin.
Sunlight was entering through the narrow gap.
