The first Sunday in December

I went to church today feeling excited and hopeful. As I listened to the priest's words, I felt blessed and inspired.

When I got back home, something inside me urged me to try something new. Instead of the usual rice, I decided to prepare soup. It felt like an adventure in my small kitchen.

I gathered all the ingredients, chopping the vegetables and adding them to the pot. The aroma began to fill the air, making me even more eager to taste the final result.

After a while, the soup was ready. I carefully poured it into bowls and took a small sip. It was heavenly! The flavors danced on my tongue, and I couldn't help but smile.

Just as I was enjoying the soup, two of my dear friends showed up at my door. They could smell the delicious aroma from outside. Curiosity piqued their interest, and they asked for a taste.

As they savored the soup, their eyes widened with delight. They immediately pleaded with me to reveal my secret recipe. They wanted to experience this deliciousness themselves.

Seeing the joy on their faces, I couldn't resist sharing my recipe. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying the soup together.