[ THREE DAYS BACK ]It was afternoon. The sun shone brightly outside the Hamilton's Grocery store, which is like at the heart of this city. It is the biggest and most elevated block in the street, the street next to the one we live in.On that day I was sitting on the exact spot behind the same counter, and on the same seat and in the same uniform as it goes down every Monday to Friday of every week. The spot was no other than my seat behind the sales counter of the Hamilton's Grocery store.A red Polo shirt which had the name of the grocery store printed in white ink on the right side of my chest, and the name tag which holds my name was clipped below it.The black jeans seemed to be a perfect match for the color of Polo shirt chosen by the store manager. The shirt and the jeans teaming up with the red sneakers I slip