Suddenly,thedoorhasbeenmychildhoodslowlyclosed.Recallingthepast,abitterandmusic,haveahappy,angry.Butthere'sonethingIremember,bevisiblebeforetheeyes.
Saturdayafternoon,becausesomegueststonight,somymothertookmetothefarmersmarket,themarkethugecrowdsofpeople,becauseIwanttobuyapen.Fortunately,wecametotheroadsideavegetablestallstobuyfood.Thevendorisagrandfather,alookthatisagenuineoldfarmershaveexperiencedyearsofwindandfrost.
Motheraskedtheprice,begannegotiatingwithhim.Thepeoplesellingvegetablessquareaccountsineverydetail,howalsorefusedtoreducehalfthemoney.Iambesideimpatienturgedmother,motheralsoanxious,hurriedsaidservingpaid,lustedgo.Whoknowstheway,shefoundthekeymissing,howtodo?Tohaveguestscoming!Thoughtofhere,mymother'sfaceadisappointedexpression."Itmustbeforgotteninthestalls,lostsomething,whowillgiveyou,nottomentionthesquareaccountsineverydetailoftheman.Youbadluck!"
Afterafierceideologicalstruggle,motherdecidedtogobacktotryhisluck,andthenwerantowardthemarketdirection.
Thereisalreadyintheevening,notmanypeopleinthemarket.Inthedimlight,wesawtheoldmanstillthere,eyestolookat,likeetal.MymotherandIwentto,thegrandfatherrecognizedus,heusedthecallousedhandsthekeystohismother,mothertohisheartnodded,thethreeofusarehappysmile.
Atthefrontofaplainolduncle,whatcanIsay?Howeveraguiltyfeelingbystudents.Iwishtheoldlifeofpeace!