Sweet sugarcane and the old Man's garden

"I dreamed I was sitting outside a little roadside shop, eating fresh sugarcane. I hadn't eaten it in years, so I was surprised by how sweet the juice tasted. I kept chewing one piece and spitting the dry fibers into a paper bag, but somehow the bag never filled up. An old man beside me offered me another stick and said it was from his own garden. I wanted to ask where he lived, but he started talking about the weather instead. The sun felt warm, and I remember being in no hurry at all. Then I looked down and realized I was sitting on the steps of my childhood home, with my schoolbag beside me. My mother called me inside, but I wanted to finish the sugarcane first. Suddenly the sweet taste disappeared, and I was holding a wooden stick with no juice left. I woke up smiling a little, thinking about those simple afternoons when nothing much mattered."