Barbecue stall

I had a dream last night, in which I came to a burrito stand. The burnt burrito, crispy and covered with sesame seeds, tempted my taste buds. I didn't see the baklava, but I knew the baklava was well made and I could smell it.

In life, I often get to eat such baklava and am happy to buy it. I was standing outside the crowd, anxious and unable to squeeze in front of the stall.

Later, my dream was transformed, the owner of the burrito stall turned out to be a man I knew, who used to work in a factory, and later, he quit to do burritos professionally.

He often nagged in front of me at that time, saying that his daughter-in-law was too busy to keep the burrito stall alone, and every day after work he had to go to help, and over time, he was a little overwhelmed. He wanted to quit his job to do baklava, two families together to do baklava. At that time I also advised him, can it work, in the factory to work at least one more income.

He smiled and said okay, as long as it is done, then in the factory strong.

Later he resigned. He was at the exit of the community farmers' market, with his daughter-in-law, a slightly fat woman piece guarding the burrito stall, in the morning and evening, ushering in the sunset, sending away the evening sun.

However, in the dream, I saw him much younger, at most in his twenties. How could that be? He was much fairer, and the wrinkles on his forehead were gone. I was confused. Could it be that making burritos can make a person younger, or that the burrito stand was profitable, satisfying him and making him feel nourished in life?

Speaking of nourishment, I think my days are not nourishing. I've been working in that factory for almost ten years now, and my monthly salary is less than two thousand dollars, my children go to school, and there are two old people to honor.

My life is very tight, on many occasions, I am very embarrassed. My son went to college, and I borrowed from all over the world to get him enough money for school. Sometimes when I think about it at night, as a father, I feel ashamed.

I suddenly woke up in the dark of the night because I not only dreamed of seeing his burrito stand but later thought of my situation. I couldn't figure out how I could dream about my situation of the stress of life as a matter of course, but how could I dream about his burrito stand?

After my son graduated from college, he didn't find a suitable job and stayed at home, in front of the computer. I told him not to be discouraged, I said you go to the job market again, post your resume on the job board, or you can read books at home to take the civil service exam. My son said I have done it, and many recruiters let me go to the interview, but I do not want to do it, those jobs are not suitable for me. The civil service competition is too big, I do not want to test.

I said son, your father spent such a high price for you to go to school, is this the end.

My son didn't say anything and kept his head down.

I was disappointed, sighed, went to work because of my mind, and almost got under the car.

One night later, I dreamed of his burrito stand again. I followed the scent of burritos and pushed forward, there were many people, and through the crowd, I saw him. He was still so young and energetic, and I was a little jealous.

I woke up and thought, "What's going on? Is it fate that I should learn to do business with him, set up a burrito stall, and sell burritos? You know, I am a literary person, from time to time write a little article published in the newspaper, how would I do that.

I also heard that he sold burritos in the past few years, a burrito stall, but let him buy a commercial house in the city, but let him have a private car.

Suddenly, I understood, that my dream is to tell me, my son, not to have to go to do white-collar, to sit in the office, selling biscuits to do a small business is also a way out.

I was very excited inside, yes, definitely yes. But then I thought, does the burrito stand has a career? Gold-collar, white-collar, civil servants, not to mention comfortable work, welfare benefits, pension, and medical provident funds are available, there is protection in old age, but what protection when selling burritos in old age?

I was torn, really torn.

Do not consider selling burritos to do business, this road will certainly not work.

I closed my eyes again and thought to myself just don't let me dream about his burrito stand, I won't let my son who graduated from college sell burritos.

Sure enough, I never dreamed of his burrito stand again. I only dreamed of him, and he looked at me with a smile and said he had time to go fishing. I took a serious look at him, he was dressed very square, very elegant, and the previous one had a world of difference.

One day later, I ran into him at a fish pond. I went fishing on the weekend when I was not inspired to write an article. He is the same as in my dream, dressed very straight, sitting by the pond fishing. When he saw me, he smiled and greeted me.

I said you do not sell biscuits, what are you doing here?

He smiled and said, quit, retired. I laughed, how old are you? Do you call this line of work still retired?

As he was talking, he threw his pole and a fat red carp was thrown to the shore. As he walked past, he turned back to me and said, "My son has taken over!

It occurred to me that his son was about the same age as my son. His son is also a college graduate! The one I dreamed of two nights ago must have been his son!