It was another new day. The day had become humidly hot, and everybody started to complaint over the weather. The young boy finally took over his body from the long fever. However, the weather didn't make him comfortable to play outside, though it had been quite sometime for him. He dragged himself lazily to the coffee shop. He stared at the door. He didn't even have enough energy to push the lever
"Hello, boy. Come in?" The young lady came behind him and was ready to push the door. The young boy nodded his head weakly. He dragged his two legs heavily inside the coffee shop.
Inside, the room was a lot more clement. The wind blew from the kitchen through the entrance door. The young boy put his butt on top of one of the high chairs in front of the bar. He put his head on the table, enjoying the sudden cold of the marble stone covering the table.
"Do you want something? coffee?" The young lady shouted weakly from the kitchen.
"No, water is enough, thanks."
The young lady paused. She definitely didn't expect for the young boy to reply her nicely. The fever DID do something on him, she thought. She brought 2 glasses of cold water and put it on the table, one for each.
"Where is the owner?"
"She will come soon. She went to the cemetery this morning. She said, one of her old friends passed away, and she paid for a last visit."
The young boy played with his glass, "I wonder, how does it feel to lose someone really close to you?"
"Someone really close? It hurts of course. But, we have to let it go."
"How do we let it go?"
The young boy just recovered from the fever, but indeed, he was still the curious boy.
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