In the locker room at the Morrison Hill 摩理臣山道 public swimming pool. The two hair dryers mounted high on the wall. One was broken and one was being used by a little girl. I sat on the bench waiting for my turn. When the cycle was over, she tried to reach the On button but was too short. So I got up and walked over, meant to push it for her. But before I got close enough to push, she held up her hands, telling me
“I’m not done yet.”
I was very sad. In her young heart, she didn’t believe that some one was willing to help but to take it away from her.
“We’re not done yet.” The mother hissed behind me.
Oh well ..
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