A Beautiful Moment
When I was in high school, I worked part-time helping Dad sell fruits and vegetables at a market. He was about eight years old, and the girl, five or six. They were looking at the fruits in front of me. I heard the kids say to their mom (in French), "They're good!" I knew it was French. Because I can speak and understand it.
At first, I thought she was really looking at the fruits because she was facing them. But then I noticed how much she had to feel and smell each one as she picked them out. And often asked her son if it looked okay, but looked way above where his face was. Putting what I saw together, I was sure she was blind.
The son made sure the fruits were not obviously bad, and the daughter handed them to her mom. The woman then felt each one and smiled, and the daughter would put them into their basket. The kids were smiling while helping their mom pick the fruits out.
It was so beautiful to see such young kids so gladly help. Most kids that age would be picking out candies or toys in a store for themselves, instead of helping their mom pick out fruits as the two kids did.
It was great to witness (见证) the moment, but not so great because I didn't tell the mom how beautiful her children were in their language.
| A. Then I noticed how mom was picking the fruits. B. This is what I regret to this day. C. Their smile and gentle manner moved me in a way that didn't happen before. D. Then I realized the mother wasn't willing to pick out things. E. One day, as I was preparing the fruits, a little boy came by with his mom and sister. F. Both of the kids continued to help their mom pick out the fruits |
