Many years passed, the restaurant started a special event for the piece of writing of my little brother, they called our table the table if HOPE. Every day of the time we come and eat, they will free out the table specially for us. But now, we don't go anymore, me and my brother worked hard, we found jobs outside the town so our family has to move out. My brother was a doctor, and I was a fine businessman. When I was 28 and my brother 23, we came back to the old town for the restaurant, they did not move. their store completely changed, except for our table. My family sat down at the same table and we called the owner, he came with his wife, they seem surprised. And I was surprised too, that we came back for this restaurant. They cried, we cried too. It was weird, but happy.
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סיפור קצרHe comes, every time on the same day to that table, that chair, ordering the same bowl. Hi wingless here~~~ this is another short story for you to read and explore! warning! includes sad emotions etc <3 Btw this is not really super author written b...
