The woman was rocking the green cradle back and forth while making small talk

Woman swinging cradle back and forth — Woman rocking the cradle

As I walked through the residential area of Thanlyin, which was lined with houses, I came to an intersection with a small cafe. I walked in to take a break. I ordered a cold drink, and as I took a break and looked around, I noticed that all the customers were locals.

Everyone seemed to know each other, and the other customers were chatting with each other. This cafe had become a local social gathering place. I was the only stranger. Even so, I didn't feel uncomfortable. Of course, the shopkeepers and customers were aware that I was a foreign tourist, but they did not throw undue curiosity at me. I relaxed quietly as if I were a member of the local community.

At the back of the store, a woman sat comfortably on a chair. Judging from her imposing appearance, she must be the owner of this cafe. A cradle like a hammock hung from the ceiling beside her. A baby was sleeping comfortably in it. The woman who owned this cafe kept gently rocking the green cradle back and forth while chatting with customers.

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