This will be my entry for 
Round Table
Sunday morning, no work for today. Nothing to do with my office works and I now have the time to clean the house. I have climbed the attic on the ceiling of our house, it was dark, dusty and smells funny. Maybe I should clean some of the stuffs in here and do not let the mice in the house roam in here.
It has been 3 hours since I am cleaning in the attic until I notice a round table. This was the very round table where we used when I was still a child. I still remember this round table on our dining room.
The good memories of this round table flashes back on my mind, I haven't prevent my self to smile in the attic.
"Hey, big bro. Remember when we have this round table? We both love hotdogs in our breakfast meal, and mother always cook it for us."
I suddenly remember the face of my little big brother, when we were still young. The way we argue spinning the center of the round table to have our favorite hotdogs. We argue where the hotdog should face, but as the youngest one our mother always say to you that you should let me have it. It was your responsible for being the big brother, and yes, you have fulfilled your responsibility even in your last breath.
"Thanks Big Bro...."
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