Hand-made cloth art dolls, several early orioles contending for the warmth of the tree series

A family of three sat around a square wooden table. The room was filled with the aroma of hot rice, and there was a hint of meat sauce that lingered in the corner of my mouth. We each poured a glass, and a charming aroma began to overflow. My mother also rarely drank two more glasses. The little daughter-in-law held tightly the hand-made fabric doll I gave her with one hand, and ate her favorite tomato and egg soup very hard. Watching her eat, I felt a special sense of happiness looking at the little fabric doll. Being held tightly in the fleshy white and tender little hands, my heart felt happy and loving.