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It was just another busy
day until I met the boy on the bus. He was not a passenger like me. He was,
what we call a street child, an 8-10-year-old kid with a worn T-shirt. These
poorly dressed kids were seen almost everywhere in Dhaka city. But what was
special about that boy was his face. There was "something" in him
that caught my attention. That was an angelic(天使般的)baby face with little
care.
He got straight into the
bus as it stopped at a traffic light. The bus helper shouted at him in the
first place. But instead of talking back, the boy kept silent and started
handing out a piece of paper to all the passengers. What was written in the
paper was, in short, that his father died a couple of years ago. His mother
worked at houses. He badly needed money to help his family, so he wished
someone warm-hearted to buy chocolates from him.
This was nothing new to
people who took a bus every day and I was no different. I had my earphones on,
listening to some relaxing music to kill time. When he came to me to get the
paper back, I casually gave him some money. Thankfully it brought some smiles
on his face. He was about to give me ten chocolates in return for the money I
gave to him when I stopped him.
"I don't like
chocolates, brother. So there is no need of chocolates. You can have the money,"
I said.
All of a sudden, the smile
on his face disappeared.
"I'm not a beggar.
Please take the chocolate, or take your money back."
His straight answer greatly
surprised me. I even felt he was slightly angry. I had given money to many kids
before, without taking their chocolates. But this time something seemed
different. I realized his angelic baby face was not the only thing special
about him.
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The boy put ten chocolates
on my seat and got off the bus.
……
Having got the boy's name, I decided to help him.
答案: The boy put ten chocolates on my seat and got off the bus. Seeing his small figure disappear in the busy street, I felt at a loss. "I know the boy." A voice flew through the frozen air and drew me back to life. Then a man told all of us that the boy was a top student in a primary school nearby, whose mother fell ill due to the heavy work. In order to raise some money for his mother, the boy had been selling chocolates for several weeks. Having got the boy's name, I decided to help him. I got off the bus at the next stop and took a taxi to his school. Upon arrival, I managed to find the headmaster and handed him $1000, asking him to secretly give the money to the boy who I met selling chocolates on the bus. The headmaster promised to make everything perfect and thanked me on behalf of the boy and his mother. Now, I knew I could go home without shame and regret.