The Truth

As I was walking home the other day, weighed down by my groceries, I saw a boy and a girl on their cycles- they couldn't have been more than five or six years old. She reminded me of me: charging about, all confident of her ability and cycling about with a purpose. As she approached the boy at the crossroads, she called out to him and he replied,

'You know why I hate you? You talk too much'

I smiled. Yes, she was just like me.