My Mon

There are many peddler along the street. They sell fruits, vegetables, snack. It is too usual so that we often ignore their exists. But a few of them do touch me.

They are not mongering, the fruits or vegetables that they sell are planted by themselves. In fact, they are farmer.

Obviously, they are new here, and not have enough selling experiences. The goods may be not good looking. They haven't take a good place to sell. So They still sell even it is very late.

Their eyes tell me They are worrying about how to deal with their goods. It makes me sorrow.

My parents sell orange every winter. To take a good place, they must reach town before sun rise. So they set out about 4:00AM. They go to town by feet, carrying 50kg oranges. There is no bus because it is too early, the whole travel is by feet. And there is a hill block the way, they must go over it.

How to make self wake at 4:00AM? Alarm clock? No, most of farmer have not got that. They drink a lot water before sleep. It is much more useful than an alarm clock.

The burden is heavy. It make them sweating. But it would change minutes latter after arrival. It is so cold in winter, especially the clothes have been wet by sweat.

As industrious farmers, the difficulties above are just pieces of cake. The real discouraging is that oranges have not sold out.

That is the life of my parents 8 years before. My mom have went to heaven 5 years.

Yes, it is make me real sad that I saw a farmer with lots of fruit or vegetables not sold.