I went to a grocery shop just now, and the owner is almost closing. He's carrying the cases of cool drinks inside, moving the hanging chips packets inward and slides the rice bags behind his counter. And a family of three arrives: a woman, a man and their little son. They look exhausted, faces pale, eyes red and asks for a drink. The owner fetches them three bottles with a smile. His day hasn't ended yet. I think we can compare the owner's smile with life. The family could be us. I watch them gulp those drinks urgently and wonder if this night's an example to say our mind gets thirsty for memories as we grow older. With things I reminisce daily, that might be true. I worry about growing up faster now.
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