Two of my friends have broken their legs, and one has broken her hip bone as well.
Now they are with steel chips here and there.
We are all over seventy.
Upon hearing this, our children offer advice:
“Walk carefully, Mom.”
“At this age, bones just don’t heal.”
I am walking along a deserted road.
Following last night’s rain, there are puddles on the road.
A passerby walking nearby calls out:
“Aunty, watch your step!”
I nod my head: “Okay, dear. Thank you.”
I turn around to look behind me—there is no one there.
I leap right into a puddle with a splash.
Ah! That felt amazing!
My body jerks. I narrowly escaped falling out of bed.
What a dream!
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