From the time I could remember, probably at the age of five or six years old I am always around food. For during that growing up period I live in a restaurant in town. The back of the restaurant was our sort of a home. Father made his living in the food business and it was sort of a family business, the Mama and Papa shop. We as kids had to help whenever we are not at school. And because we live in the shop we all have to wake up early to help with the daily opening of the shop. So live for us kids start at about five thirty in the early morning. Been the eldest in the family my task was to help open the front of the shop. In those day there was no such thing as a sliding door. The whole front part of the shop could only be closed by using many single plank which had to he put in place one at a time, starting by putting up the two pieces of the door first. These are the normal ritual in the early morning to open up the shop and at night pass midnight we had to put the plant one by one again to closed the shop. It was indeed a hard job to do and together with my other brother and at time with workers we would open and closed the shop every day. Most of the time dad would help with the heavy doors.
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