Never Enough Sushi

[raindrop]

We go to a sushi dinner in our old apartment which has been converted to a restaurant and multi-family home. S. Bauer is waiting tables. My daughter sits chatting at the table with S's brother when I get there. It turns out S's mom is in the kitchen, wearing an apron and making sushi! She laughs and agrees when I say there is never enough sushi.
I am pleased that our relationship shows signs of healing.
I notice that all the families living here are children and moms. It is much nicer than when we lived there, and everyone helps each other out. I'm a little envious because my daughter didn't get all this. They've made the outside into a really nice park for the kids.