One evening, my husband cooked us miso soup,
it was made of good soup stock from small dried sardines.
My daughters liked it and drank a lot.
My youngest daughter emptied her cup.
"You're great," her sister praised her and said to me,
"Mom, she is great to have eaten all her dinner."
I was happy about her good manners, too
but I wanted her to swallow first.
"You ...you want more soup, don't you?"
I asked her and she nodded with a smile.
I was so anxious about her being too full.
My original Japanese entry
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Thanks to エリース, Ashley and Lisaveeta for correcting my English.
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