She works at a Chinese grocery store in the city. Every time we walked into the store, she welcomed us with a big sweet smile. During the 12 days that MN State Fair was on, the owner of the store decided to make some money by leasing the store’s parking space. She was in charge of directing the traffic and collecting money. It was a hot day when we got there. She wore a hat, her hand holding a big cup of cold drink. She was cheerful. I asked her if I could take a picture of her. She said yes.
Today, we went to the store to buy some Chinese vegetables. She said hi, but she wasn’t as cheerful as before. I passed an envelope, which contained her pictures, to her.
“For me?” she asked.
“What is it?”
She opened the envelope and saw her pictures. She held both pictures in front of her, started giggling. She kept looking at them, keep giggling.
“I look pretty good,” she said, laughing.
While we were in the vegetable section, I turned and peeked at her. She was still looking at her pictures, still giggling. A minute or two later, she placed her pictures back to the envelope, and immediately, she took them out again. She couldn’t put them down.
While we were paying for the grocery, she thanked me over and over. While we were leaving the store, she shouted behind us, “Thank you!” I turned; she blew me a kiss.
I was dancing in the clouds the whole day.
That must be why I like taking pictures.