The library was as usual filled with readers and self-study people. My nephew was excited by the new sight and wanted to find the books. I told him to make use of the signs provided to get to the rooms where he could get his books.
Then things began to change. He checked the signs indicating the location, and became more excited when seeing a sign of the lift. Then he asked to go to the top floor which is the highest that the lift can reach. But I asked him why he wanted to go somewhere he did not even know what it was intended. He simply showed excitement.
It suddenly occured to me that he liked to take the ride of lift. Yes, it was true. His earlier missing incidents were all related to lift rides, either in a supermarket or in an office building, where there was a lift without exception.
Before I could warn him, he had gone into the carriage of the lift and I had to follow him. The small and narrow space was filled with passengers and he shouted his loud voice reading out the number of the floor it reached and surprised other riders, thinking he was a rural boy who never used a lift before.
I felt ashamed and my plan that was intended for him enjoying reading was totally ruined.
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