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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!!

Thursday, 1 August 2013

The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop #36

"There was one lady near my house, I think around 5 years ago. She was around the same age as my mother, but she looked kinda senile. She just sat on rocking chair at the porch, stared emptily to the garden. Her husband was quite a pity, I think. He worked and also took care of his wife. It were just the two of them. Later, I knew that she lost her newborn baby due to miscarriage. It destroyed her inside out."

The awkward air floated as the young boy let his story half finished. However, the two ladies waited for him patiently, as they felt there was a continuation.

"Around a year later, the husband decided to move back to his wife's parents house. He hoped that her parents could help him to take care of her while he helps them do the farm."

"But I think, if only that lady could let the baby go, and started a new life with her husband, try to get another baby.. they might have another chance of life."

The two ladies kept in silent for two minutes.

"I think you actually know how to let it go. Doesn't he, Granny?" The young lady smiled and went to the kitchen, continued her works.

"Do I?" the young boy looked at the old lady.

The old lady smiled, "There is a saying, Don't regret it because it's over, but be grateful because it happened."

"It's OK to keep the memory, as long as you have the right feeling over the memory, then you know how to deal your lost."

The young boy touched the rim of his glass, circling it with the tip of his index finger several times, "Indeed."      

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