The elderly man’s home was modest and visibly humble, with a small, run–down house and perhaps the only pieces of furniture being the table and chairs in the middle of the room.
Steve paid no attention to the surroundings and pulled me to sit down. “Let me check if you got wet,” he said.
My clothes were relatively fine, but my pants and shoes were wet. On the other hand, Steve was dripping wet from head to toe. Looking at this drenched man, I suddenly felt that he was the one I had been waiting for.
“Young man, I found some of my son’s clothes for you They’re new and haven’t been wo
worn yet;
I’ve already washed them, so they’re clean,” the elderly lady said as she came out with a few pieces of clothing and handed them to Steve.
Steve accepted them graciously and said, “Thank you, Madam. I’ll go change right away.”
The elderly lady also found me a pair of her pants and a new pair of slippers for me to change into. After Steve changed his clothes and came out, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
His sleeves and pants were too short, revealing a bit of his wrists and ankles, making him look like an adult wearing children’s clothes. Steve playfully poked my cheek and said, “No laughing allowed.”
The elderly lady watched us with a smile, but her face soon clouded with a layer of sadness.
Steve, being perceptive, noticed it and stopped our playfulness.
“You both must be hungry. Honey, see if there’s anything we can offer these young folks to eat. I brought some oranges; you can have a taste,” the elderly man said as he entered from outside, carrying a tray with several bright orange oranges.
I quickly stopped the elderly lady, saying, “No need, Madam. We had dinner not too long ago in town, so we’re not hungry. Please take a rest.”
Steve complimented, “Sir, the oranges here taste really good.”
“That’s right!” the elderly man replied enthusiastically. “We grow oranges in our county, and this season’s oranges are the best. Every household here cultivates them.”
