Preety Sylvia Angom - 82
AUG. 11, 2020
It was chilly dusk back in the winter of 2019. I was wandering alone in the house with a cup of coffee in my hand. I was alone as my parents had gone to work. My brother and sister were busy doing their homework. I felt so bored that I decided to sip the coffee and spit it in different styles. And I started doing so for a couple of minutes. Then suddenly I heard the sound of opening our house gate. I was happy, assuming that my parents have returned early from work. The moment I looked up from my coffee cup and looked towards the entrance through the front window, I realised I was wrong. That wasn’t my parents opening the gate.
On the contrary, a woman, probably in her 70s, entered our house gate with a sack and three kids with skinny legs and lumpy bellies. The lady approached me and asked if I could give her some food and clothes and told me that they had not eaten a grain of food almost for three days consecutively. Their eyes looked pale, with dark circles around. I was heartbroken to see such innocent faces engulfed by hunger. The cold weather had also added to their misery. Then I let them in my house and offered myself to cook some noodles. In the meantime, I searched for some vegetables and unused clothes for them. Having cooked the noodles, I packed the vegetables and the clothes. After loading the things, I asked them to come into our kitchen offered them the cooked noodles. They ate happily as if a famous chef served them in a 5-star restaurant. After eating the noodles, they got up to leave. Then I gave them the packet of vegetables and clothes that I packed before. They took the package eagerly. The woman was in tears wishing for my happiness and good health when she left. That was one of the happiest days of my life. I still remember those innocent faces whenever the weather feels chilly.