At the Market

Every Friday, Dad and I go to the market. The market is big and noisy.

“Look at these apples,” Dad says. “This is a good price.” He buys a big bag of apples.

“Dad, what are those?” I ask. I point at some yellow fruit far away. “Those are mangoes,” he says. “Do you want one?”

At the end of the market, there is a man with a small cart. “That man makes the best falafel in town,” Dad says. “Let's eat lunch there!” This is my favorite part of the day.