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Hello, nice to meet you!! I don't know how did you end up reading this silly blog, but anyway, thanks for starting reading this thing!!! This blog will be my aid to keep my sanity from the whole mess in my own brain. There will be at least 2 series that I will keep on posting. The first one is "Brain Damage Control" or BDC. In this series, I will write about anything I learned in the day. It might be super random, but I will keep it easy to read, easy to understand. It's a practice for me too =) The other one is "The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop". This will be a micro-novel series. Please enjoy the might-be-not-a-very-new-concept-but-I-like-it-this-way-anyway experience while reading it. I hope I could keep writing it in an interesting way. Of course, any suggestions and requests are highly welcomed!! So!!! Enjoy!!

Sunday, 26 May 2013

The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop #7

They walked into the shop, and the lady led him to one of high chairs in front of the bar.

"What do you want for breakfast, boy?"

The boy blinked his eyes several times, put his right index finger near the corner of his lips, he was thinking hard, trying to decide his menu.

"I will have an iced cocoa milk with omelette for today," He smiled cheerfully, simply forgetting his earlier question.

The lady served him his requests just under 5 minutes. He instantly dug into a plate full of omelette. The lady always gave him something extra. This time he had a pile of french fries on the edge of his plate.

"So boy, what do you want to know about pride?" She resurfaced the typical question back to him.

The boy looked at her in a blank face, he was trying to remember, why exactly did he ask it. While munching his potato, suddenly a light came to his face, as if it was enlighten.

"You said big brother James has too much pride. Why is that? What is pride?"

She was unnerved by his question. Not very sure, where should she start it. She believed, she had to be careful, not to make a false understanding about what was actually happened between her and her grandson. The awkward silence started to float.  

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