• “What jobs?” I asked. “No, I am not looking for a job.” He looked at me and smiled. His face was full of wrinkles that told the tales of his experiences in life. “I can’t believe you came all this way to tell me an old man’s story,” I said with disdain. “Is it because my skin is dark?” he asked suddenly serious as if he knew what was going through my mind just then. We stood there staring at each other for a long time before he finally spoke again: “Do you want your own business or are you happy with what you have right now?”

    “That will never happen!” and walked away quickly so that he couldn’t see the tears welling

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