It was scarcely six in the morning when my mother woke me up to go marketing with her. " Boy, boy! Wake up or the best stuff at the market will be gone!" my mother's voice rang through my room. My eyelids were so heavy that when I opened them to look at her, all I saw was a blurred
mass in front of me. I dragged myself from bed and began to change.
I was grateful for the short walk to the market because it gave me a chance to wake up before getting there. My mother went on and on about what she was going to buy for the day. That also helped wake me up. By the end of that short walk, I gathered that she was going to cook stew shepherd's pie for the day.
The market was stirring with activity. Even though I was wearing sneakers, I made it a point to avoid the fish stalls where the floors were always muddy and wet. The old chicken seller was as friendly as usual, greeting my mother with the widest
grin. I was just surprised his dentures did not fall out of his mouth with such a wide smile. My mother bargained hard for the best price and they landed on a price they could both agree after two minutes.
When my mother finished her marketing, we sat down at the food centre for our breakfast. I looked into the plastic bags and saw that she had some fish in them too. It is too bad that I seldom pay attention to how my mother chooses the food that she buys, preferring instead to pay more attention to the people around me.