"Does pride really make us ashamed to work at our grandma's place, owner?"
"Do you think it doesn't?" The old lady poured some warm milk into her cup.
"I am not sure, I don't think I will fell ashamed. Does that mean I don't have pride?" He looked at the old lady in front of him. He had questioning expression but with sad eyes.
"Well, let's see... That boy said his grandmother that his friends already started working at other cities. That's why he also had to. Why did you he have to?"
With puzzled mind, the boy thought carefully. He would like to hit the mark. There was something in the corner of his heart made him to think that he didn't want to lose to this question. "Weird.." He said to himself, "What is this feeling of not wanting to lose?"
"Is it because, he didn't want to be a laughing matter amongst his friends? He didn't want to lose to his friends?"
She smiled gently to him, "It might be one of the forms. But, it doesn't always have a bad impact, little boy." The old lady rubbed her hand on the boy's head, then she walked away behind the kitchen door, taking something.
And a little seed started to grow in the corner of the boy's heart. But, it wasn't something bad.... yet.
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