After a cold bath, I go to the roof top. This is the only day that I get to bask in the sun on the rooftop. The wind blows across my face making me feel fresh. Looking down in the surrounding area, I can see people walking to and from wherever places their presence is needed. One lad gets on his motorcycle and turns it on, with him are two young boys. One is carrying a bottle. I presume that it's a bottle of milk. He rides off, then appears again. Another young boy comes to meet him, and together, they go to the shop and come back carrying a loaf of bread. The young boy seems excited. Perhaps he had been eagerly waiting for breakfast. As these two people disappear...
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