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“Where did Mama go?” she asked. “Mama went somewhere and she might not be back very soon” said the father to his 3 year old daughter.

She is now 25 years old. And her Mama did never come back and her father died 6 years ago. Where is she now?

Where is she now?

The last time I saw her was when I am in a local Café one Saturday afternoon. She was there in another table; she is reading a book. What book? I could not say. She has liked books since she was small. I saw her grow up as a beautiful and intelligent young lady. I never knew she is also into “good” coffee like her father. I watched her with the eyes of a father, wondering she will soon be.

The place got crowded. Saturday afternoon is a busy time in this side of the town. Many Chinese businessmen and businessmen considers this place as their meeting place to talk about different sort of things. And, I notice that this had been considered by some as their short vacation off their own businesses. As always as the situation is, they are so loud. But that did not affect the young lady on the other table. She is sitting still while reading a book. She sips her coffee as if it is in a play and that she should do it correctly and gracefully.

Where is she now?

She died like how her mother died. No one could explain how and why.