The next afternoon, Michael drove me and a whole truckload of fresh vegetables to the Sunshine Orphanage, and then he went into the city to handle some business, saying he would come back to pick me up later. I was only wearing a simple olive-green cotton dress and no makeup, my face completely natural. The children at the orphanage were overjoyed when they saw the truckload of fresh vegetables.
“We should thank the gentleman,” the young female social worker pointed at Michael’s retreating figure. “He’s the one who donated all these fresh vegetables!”
“Thank you, sir!” a child ran to the door and shouted towards Michael, who was already far off.
“What are you standing around for?” a slim, glasses-wearing female social worker gave me a quick up-and-down look, her tone disdainful. “So wha
