My Work, the Fortune Teller

I was thirteen years old when we moved to a new neighborhood. We had to get used to the new bakery, the new market, the 40-minute going to school. Our everyday was grey and I did not like it. That’s why we took a dog. And that’s why my mother suggested going to the most popular fortune teller in the district. We went to a small white house with only two rooms and a garden planted with roses. The granny welcomed us and invited us in a small room with one bad, covered neatly with a dark green couverture, a wooden table standing next to the window, and two worn out wooden chairs. She brought from the next room hot...

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