Several days later, we met the old lady again. She carried a bag and wore the same clothes as the last time we met her. I hold my daughter, and my younger brother holds the dog. She saw us and took a few quick steps forward. We greeted her and started a brief conversation. My daughter wanted a hug for her during the conversation. When she saw my daughter’s posture, she took my daughter from my hands. I felt she was very happy even though she wore a musk. She taught me many ways how to take care of my daughter. I knew she would buy the vegetables along the road. we said goodbye to each other.

One day at noon we wet again, she seems very happy this time. She wonder why I always let my younger brother take care of my daughter. She said that I should paid money for my younger brother. I asked her where she going and she said she would going to a nearby clinic to get an injection. My daughter was hungry and started crying, then I said goodbye to the old lady and I push the stroller on the way home. About half a minutes later, she called us and we turned around to see her holding money as if she was going to give it to us. My younger brother run over and said we didn’t want it, but she said that she wanted give it to my daughter and if we refused she would never say a word to us.