I was reading Paula by Isabel Allende. At the beginning of the book, she starts telling her daughter about her family, some of the family members who has never met. She tells Paula about one of her brother's childhood (Paula's uncle), how smart he was (and probably is), how he could calculate numbers easily and recited long poems when he was just 5 years old. As I read these passages, suddenly I remembered a day when my mother and I were shopping in a store, at the end there was a guy who worked in the cashier had some difficulties to sum up all our expenses, he said "I am gonna get a calculater," and then I (as shy as I was back then) with a very down noise said "the sum is... " he was shocked, he asked my mom "how old is she?", and then he calculated the sum and saw for himself that I was right. I have completely forgotten that day, but Allende with her magic tone brought me everything about that day. I remember how my mom proudly looked at me and told the guy :"she is 7 years old." I remember the guy gave me my favorite candy as a prize and from that day, whenever we went to that store if he was there, he would give me the same candy. and in some occasion he would tell his coworkers about how fast I was.
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