It must be when I was 4 or 5 years old. Back then, my mom was a beef wholesaler. So she had to go to the market very early in the morning to distribute the meat to different vendors. One day, when she woke up, I followed her around. And when she had to leave the house to go to the market. I wanted to go with her but she refused taking me. So I was crying a lot (typical behavior of a kid when they want something), and then she had no choice but carry me with her. It was 4 o’clock in the morning, and it took about 30 minutes to get to the market. I remember by the time I get to the mini-truck (made by Daewoo), I fall asleep within 5 minutes. When they got to the market, I remember I slept at someone’s bench so my mom can go to other places. There was lots of noise and strong odor of meat surrounding me. Plus, the bench was not comfortable.
After she finished her work, we came back to the house. And all I remember was an exhausting, long, and boring trip. Before the trip, I must thought as a kid that it must be fun when you go outside as an adult. Plus, I just wanted to be with my mom. After that morning, I never had the desire to wake up early and go to work like that any more. That experience taught me my first lesson about hard working. And I know how to appreciate someone’s labor, especially if they have to wake up early in the morning.
Thank you bloganuary for the ticket to go back to my childhood memory.
