Who could think

When I was a kid and my mom sent me and my brother to sleep, I always thought how cool it was to be an adult.

You can go to bed at what time you want, do something there in the dim light of the apartment, talk about something, reason, look thoughtfully out the window.

Who could know, it turns out, my mom was just cleaning and washing dishes, thinking about how to feed us tomorrow, unfreezing the straw, wiping the dust and putting a little order in the apartment. Before you go to bed, you can look out the window quietly.

Thinking about it, tomorrow is Wednesday.