At a restaurant

I saw a man

His face told me that he was a man of hard labor

A little boy was eating a bowl of food in front of him

Must be his son

By his side, a young girl, nibbled a small dish

Must be his daughter

A young lady, must be his wife

A mother of two children

Made giggling sound from time to time to tell some stories

Ah, he looked happy

That was the scene that I could not add any more to make them happier

I remember once I too

Ate dinner in a small restaurant in a small town

With my little children

With my young wife

I bless him from the bottom of my heart

Would he bless other man someday

In a small restaurant in a little town?

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