Today my father and I went to a place which next to a museum to exhibit three poinsettias for a competition. If we win it, will have a big praise; I guess that’s all. My father have been exhibiting for years and got some praises. However in these years he didn’t produce good poinsettia, so he didn’t get a good praise either.

According to him, and of course I can tell, this year’s poinsettia we have is pretty good. Even thought the sales wasn’t too good due to the warm winter—no one want to buy winter flower in warm temperature—he was content with the products. He picked out a few plants, candidates, for the competition He also has been keeping it well. The funny thing which happened was—that wasn’t funny actually on the spot—he didn’t know had to bring three of them. First we brought carefully one pot of poinsettia to the place. The clerks made face when they saw us displaying only one pot on a table.

“Excuse me. I’m afraid you should have had three for the competition.” A female clerk said.

“What?” said my father, “did we have to?”

“Stink!!” the clerk called out. It was okay with us to go back to the farm to get two more. The bad thing was for lunch we went for Korean-style buffet, and my father ate handful of garlic. He smelled like beyond description. And the clerk called out in spite of herself, so the atmosphere of the room got frozen for a moment.

We left the place without a word.