These food stalls were lined up along the streets scheduled for demolition.
Most of the vendors were longtime locals.
They faced life with a vibrant energy, even if the surrounding environment was a bit rundown.
Claire also overheard their thoughts on the redevelopment project.
Some families had lived there for generations. This area used to be bustling, and the older folks refused to move—their roots were deeply planted here.
Every morning, they'd wake up to make some oatmeal, have some toast, or stroll down the street for coffee and a fresh bagel.
After eating, they would take a leisurely walk around the block, heading home just in time to cook lunch or wait for their wives to finish making it.
In the afternoons, they'd cool off under the shade of the large oak trees. The old men would gather for a game of chess, while the women met up for cards.
A single cup of tea could easily carry them through the whole afternoon.
It was an incredibly cozy and satisfying way to live.
They were surrounded by neighbors they had known for decades.
No matter where they stood to chat, there was an air of deep familiarity.
But if they were relocated, some of them might never see each other again for the rest of their lives.
There would be no more neighbors rushing over to help carry heavy groceries.
That was why they had zero interest in moving into sterile high-rise apartments.
They much preferred the warm, close-knit community of the working-class Westside.
Were there people living here with successful children who had plenty of money?
Absolutely!
Take the older woman Claire was chatting with right now. Upon learning that Claire had just graduated high school and was out on a date with her boyfriend, the woman struck up a friendly conversation.

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