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Long time ago, two college graduates with youthful thinking and energy, sitting together, talked about the future.
Years passed by; day after day I stayed in Janehouse. This place for me was like a cozy shell for a snail. It provided kind of cushion against the reality outside, giving me a place where I could live somewhere between the past and the present. But it could not last forever. When SARS outbreak, Janehouse had to be closed for a week. I spend a whole day do the cleaning work. I washed the floor, I rubbed the tables and chairs, and I wiped all the cups, bottles until they shined proudly. Then I had nothing to do but staring at the empty place. I felt chilly and torn, realized something thing important was over. Soon I landed myself on a job as expected. I asked a girl to take care of Janehouse for me. I told myself when things got better, one day I would come back to Janehouse. But at the bottom of my heart, I knew this day probably would never come. With the heavy demands of my new job and new friends, I seldom had time for Janehouse.
That day when I came to Janehouse, and I found without my caring, she was dying. The lampshade, which was a gift from an art student, was covered with dust. The once beautiful picture on it was only a dim figure left. The coffee set was broken. I could not make "Grandma's coffee" with it any more. And I knew it's over. I spend the last day with Janehouse. I picked up things, but those memories, those happy, sorrow, peaceful, memories were left here for good. This place would be turned into a fashion shop. No body would remember it was once a coffee shop loaded with joys and sorrows. But I will. Funny, I could hardly remember the boy's face who once told me his dream was to open a coffee shop, but I remember quite clearly that unknown girl's face. She used to come here alone around 7 o'clock, ordered a cup of coffee then seated quietly by the And that cheerful boy whom came from American, he helped me decorate a Christmas tree. He said this place reminded him of his home far away. So that Christmas, we had a real America style Christmas tree here. These things seemed so vivid as if they just happened yesterday. With memories flash back, tears swelled up my eyes. Good-bye, Janehouse. Good-bye, my love. |
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