A Small Boutique
My home town had a store selling jewelry, whose name was very interesting, called “Encounter Bar”. The store was located in an old street. Which the small jewelry store sold was: beautiful key ring, perfume bottles, cool sunglasses, and colorful hair bands and so on. Each was both ultra compact. A common enough house was decorated like a fairy tale. It was rather surprised that the owner of the boutique was a sixty years old woman, wearing a bright red shirt, a pair of cheap Prada sunglasses and a bracelet strung shell, happy smiles, gestures, some of its own style. She was fascinated with trinkets when she was young, but had no opportunity to open such a shop. After she retired, she regained dreams, guarding a pile of “Baby” everyday. I bought a pair of fashion sunglasses down there one time. I was curious and could not help asking her why she opened such a small shop and I got to know the reason of it from then on. I frequented the store and we became good friends afterwards.