As a child, I vividly remember a man pedaling through our neighborhood on a bicycle rigged with two metal drums, selling bread. Each morning, he'd ring his bell and call out in a Mandarin-accented voice, “Sali-sali tinapay, padi-coco!”, which meant “Assorted breads, pandicoco!” (a local dinner roll filled with sweetened coconut). That chant became part of our morning soundtrack.
The best part? The bread was always freshly baked, warm, fragrant, and irresistibly delicious.
Life felt simpler back then. No rush, no noise, just the comforting rhythm of everyday moments like that.
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