On the Bus
This afternoon I went to see my grandma by bus. It was very crowded. I had to stand. Beside me was a woman with a little girl in her arms. But in front of her, a young man occupied two seats, pretending to be sleeping. I heard the little girl asking her mother, "What＇s wrong with the uncle?" I had thought that perhaps the mother would blame the man. But out of my expectation, the woman answered with a smile, "Be quiet. This uncle must be very tired because of hard work." The young man must have heard these words. His face turned red and he offer
