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Today is a day that I remember! It is necessary to take the exam at one school. I'm a middle school student, or Grade 3, who came to take the exam. Just came to take the test for fun. I'm pretty good at it. It's not a serious exam. So I messed up everything. I probably don't have to go and look at the place where the results are announced on the website.

When the exam is finished I remember today there was a motorcycle race. I've wanted to try it for a long time. I mean, we didn't take anything seriously. Let's try to apply. Dad probably wouldn't mind.

When I arrived at the application point I also saw a motorcycle boy who probably thought he was real. Oh! There are professionals. There are people who are younger than me. At this time, I will definitely not eat pork. I didn't think of that before. This is motorcycle racing. There will be so many people applying. Some parents prepare their children as hard as they can. They'll win, right? Just a little kid.

The race track has also invested in closing the road. Will traffic be able to travel like this!? But it's good, I saw that they said that There were some additions to make it more brutal. Will I survive? (And what's good about it?)

It's already 3 p.m., so the race must be about to start. But strangely, it's actually 3 p.m., but it's not hot at all. That's good, my skin will be black and my face will be burnt. From what I've seen of the route, I'm still not very sure. Because I'm already a random type. Wherever you go, you have to get lost before you can go.

“The competition is about to start. I wish all applicants Come prepare at the starting point.” The announcer's voice rang out throughout the registration area.

“Son, if you win, I'll buy it. I'll definitely give you a new TV." "Son, if you want a new mobile phone You have to win this race, son, or daddy will buy it for you." "Good luck, brother. Soon you will have a prize for you.” Various voices of encouragement immediately sounded, whether it was the voices of parents. that if the child wins, he will buy the thing he wants or the voice of your girlfriend (scoop)

Of all the street children who said there would be a prize for them. But whatever it is, please think for yourself. Of course, the prize money received is that great. Just buy a little bit of stuff. It wouldn't be even half of the prize money anyway. Parents or scoopers would probably think like that.

“The competition will begin now. Let's count down! 5 4 3 2 1 booth!!!” The announcer's countdown sounded. and the sound of gunfire It shows that you can go now.

I twisted the accelerator immediately.

Oh wow! Each child is better than we thought. Each child, ugh! Just when released, it's gone. falling in a row But some people are still fighting hard. It's good. They'll be able to fight for their lives in the future.

Eh! There are two intersections. Which way should I go? I can't remember the map. It's really bad. It's better to go to the left, there aren't many people.

heavily! There's no one because it's a dead end. Very unlucky. It doesn't matter. I wasn't thinking of winning anyway.

Come back to the intersection. There are still people coming. Well, stay calm.

It's probably around 5 o'clock now. I'm already bored. Eh! What is this enticing smell of rice? It's better to park first.

I parked in front of a cart that was a rice and curry shop.

“Auntie, is there anything in particular you want to sell? I mean, it's estimated that the most people buy it.” I asked the aunt who was the owner of the shop. Which my question will probably seem a bit confusing. I am confused by my own question as well.

“If you want to buy anything, just buy it. Because I don't remember what people like to buy,” she replied.

“Then I want stir-fried basil. It's a popular food among Thai people."

“You're racing, right? Hurry and go compete first. Then come back and buy. Dinner will be over soon."

“Really, then I'll come back and buy some.” I realized that the cold food didn't taste good to me at all. So he hurriedly got on his motorcycle. and twist the accelerator as quickly as possible Because of the food that that aunt made It's unbelievably delicious.

And I reached a checkpoint that is said to be brutal. It's brutal because it's like a small expressway. very winding Of course I can pass. But it's not easy to get rid of the thrill of falling off the road.

Finally, I reached the finish line. Yay! I saw some people who had already arrived and looked tired. I wasn't tired because I wasn't in a hurry like they were. I looked at some children whose parents came to take care of them. Look at the biker kid who has a scoop to comfort him. Or scolded for not winning. And I went home Completely forgetting about buying that aunt's stir-fried basil.

“How are you, son? Did you go racing? I told you not to miss it,” my father said.

“Good, I really enjoyed it. But I didn't get the prize, what a pity, what a pity." I said a bit sarcastically. Because dad knows that I go racing. So why don't you go cheer? I feel the same way, you know?

“Well, let's go eat,” Dad said. Then I realized that he forgot about that aunt

"father! Please take me to the market. I forgot something quickly!!!” It's already 7 p.m., is Aunt going back yet? And I had to go see that aunt because of the fragrant food. But it was the look in my aunt's eyes that I felt connected to in a way that I couldn't tell.

“I don't see any. Where are you?” I asked angrily.

“He must have returned, son,” said Father.

“Ah! That's it, Auntie~~" I saw that aunt. and ran to find

“I thought you weren't coming anymore,” Auntie said.

“Son, wait for daddy. Sigh! Suddenly came running, eh! you,” Dad said.

“Do you know my aunt?” I asked, confused.

“I know, this aunt was the one who raised the child when the child was a child. But suddenly he resigned,” the father explained.

“The reason I resigned was because I was afraid that I would be more attached to my father than my own mother and father. I think that parents have to raise their own children. Whatever the reason,” Auntie said.

I was very touched by my aunt's words, so I hugged her. Later, I often came to buy food at this aunt's shop. and talk to my aunt like she is my real aunt.

Thank you to everyone who accidentally or not happened to come and read.

And this story is a story composed from the author's own dreams. But there are some scenes that add some flavor.

Anyone who is good at dreams, please tell me what this dream means???