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"Another serving of noodles coming up!"
I serve a customer. An old-timer that has lived here for a long time. He looks at me in wonder.
"Old man, why are you still selling noodles in this god-forsaken city?"
I can't help but chuckle.
"You say that, but aren't you right here at my stall?"
"Haha, perhaps. But you see all my life is here. My business is land-based. I can't very well leave with it. That is why I am still here. You are different. You own a mobile food stall. Leave while you still can."
If only it was that simple.
"Well, I have many reasons to stay here too."
"You are staying for this tamer kid, right? The one in a coma. The one that they said they couldn't move because of his precarious condition? Am I right?"
"What can I say. I promised someone I'd take care of him. You should know that promises are sacred to noodle vendors!"
The man erupts in a hearty laugh.
