That night, when I went back downstairs from my uncle’s house after dinner, my mother hesitated downstairs and told me if I should walk after dinner. I shook my head. After sitting at home for a while, during the chat, I suggested that I should go to my grandma's house to have a look, and bring the cushion that my mother bought to my grandfather by the way.
I don't know when I developed the habit of walking fast. The pace is fast, the stride is large, and the legs are long due to the height. Many of the people I traveled with said that I walked too fast, and when I walked with friends in groups of three or five, I would far surpass them.
I went to my grandfather's house that day, ten minutes away, and my mother said to me, you are walking so fast, I can't keep up. At that moment, I was willing to slow down.
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