Chapter 63 Gossips And Haters

• Mother could stay home now since I was back to our trade. Taking care of the garden had been her priority. She had the talent of chasing away heavily mustached rams that feasted on our green garden and trapping stubborn birds that deposited their beaks upon the leafy vegetables, leaving us with little or nothing to sell.
• Times on end I often recalled the picture of Brian in my wallet, and I wondered what was stopping me from discarding that picture; since I had nothing to do with Brian anymore it was literally normal for me to discard anything that belonged to him; about the other night I was abandoned to smiling at his photo until I relived the little time I spent with him; his maddening shouting and his song I sang just to quell his violence; how he unburden himself on my shoulders.
• I could remember snapping out of such memory. “Good bye Brian! Good bye!” I had whispered coldly and sucked a deep breath to seal up my stand.