The Journey of an Ou

On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,As soon as you entered, you were greeted by rows of shelves arranged in six columns. Two of the shelves were relatively newer looking. Almost one-third of the shelf space was empty, and what was there consisted mainly of low-quality everyday items, cheap instant snacks, and some wilting fruits and vegetables. The truly valuable goods, such as cigarettes and fine liquor, were locked away behind a counter made of thick, sky-blue glass.,For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.。