Letters for Creatives #38: Kids in supermarket
A piece from my upcoming book
Hello, I am Celeste. I am back from my break. Thank you for being here.
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I am in the supermarket again. I tried to walk away after paying. Three kids with golden hair and green eyes are blocking my way, not a sight of their parents. They are around 7 to 11 years old.
Not that I know exactly their age but it feels nice because 7-11 is one of the local convenience stores. They are full of snacks that you would never see in America, not that I have been to America.
Anyway, back to the kids. I said nothing but they know that I am leaving the store. I am a few feet away from the elevator, near the entrance of the supermarket. I pushed the cart near the entrance and packed the groceries in my bag.
Then I saw one of them again, this time pushing multiple carts to the entrance and he went back and came back with more carts. I pushed the one I used to him and walked away as I smiled.
You would never see local kids do that because most Asian parents are helicopters that cannot leave their kids alone for a second. Parents from this part of the world do not let kids push idle carts to the entrance, not that it is a crime.
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Celeste