-everything was in a blur as there were so many people moving about to all the different stores 
-the people here are from many nationalities, races and religion but it means nothing 
-the wet market is a multiracial place where everyone from different backgrounds comes together even if they do not know each other prior to meeting at the wet market
-all I could hear was many voices speaking different dialects and languages
-all the voices were loud and sounded very rough and loud 
-everyone around us was in or close to their golden years
-everybody was bargaining with the sellers 
-at first I was afraid of the loud voices of everyone around me trying to bargain with the sellers 
-but slowly I got used to the sounds and did not mind it
-my grandmother told me to get some Goji berries for the steamboat soup she was going to make
-I was a six-year-old who was tiny compared to the people around me
-I felt terrified, but it was my first task my grandmother had assigned me to and I felt important 
-everyone looked really serious 
-the sellers looked unfriendly 
-but my grandmother reassured me that the sellers were actually really friendly 
-I mustered up my courage to walk up to the oriental-looking shop that sold the Goji berries
-the shop was relatively small and cleaner compared to the other small shops as the floors were not as wet as the others
- the uncle working there was a tall and plump man 
-he was bald and had glasses on 
- “ah girl what do you need to buy?” the uncle whom I presume was the owner of the store asked me in Chinese 
- I could barely hear his voice despite him being loud 
- “uh i-I need to buy Goji berries,” I replied in Chinese 
- “okay it’s over here come and take.” the uncle told me friendlily 
-after buying from the uncle I went to find my grandmother who was standing a few metres away from me 
- I then followed my grandmother to the other different stores to buy meat, vegetables and many dried goods 
-when we went home, I kept on going on about how the wet market was a really amusing place to my parents and sister until they thought that i was getting really annoying as I kept repeating the same points repeatedly I felt proud that I had accomplished a task that my grandmother has assigned me to 
- my first ever time in a wet market was a very memorable experience. It is a core memory of my childhood and I would love to live through it again and again 
- I wonder what the future holds for wet markets. I think wet markets will not survive in the future as many youths dislike going to the wet market as the wet market smells like meat and it is not a pleasant smell, wet markets are also considered dirty as the floors are wet and most youths grew up in households where they do not have to lift a finger and they have helpers to help them with things. With supermarkets being the most popular place to get groceries from wet markets will be under utilised and will most likely shut down . Despite that, I really hope that the wet market will continue forever as it is not only a significant part of many people's life who has lived in Asia but it is also a place where many people can bond at because it is a common area where it is often filled with people. 

 

In my moments of contemplation, I recognised that forgiveness wasn't about letting my friend off the hook or pretending that the betrayal hadn't happened. It was about freeing myself from the heavy burden of resentment and anger. Holding onto those negative emotions would only increase my own suffering.

So i decided that i had to have an honest conversation with her.She admitted that her mistake had taken a toll on her life and she regretted it a lot as she realised that what she had done made her lose a best friend of 7 years.

She apologised profusely while shedding tears and it was then i realised that forgiveness was what she needed.So i made a conscious choice to forgive her and the heavy sense of pain in my heart was suddenly removed as if it was not there in the first place.Forgiveness had granted me a sense of serenity.Positivity ran through my mind and I realised that I found peace after forgiving Annette.