On the weekend, during our leisure time, we decided to go for an outing. I took my daughter to the park, and she chattered away like a sparrow, complaining about her father. "Daddy is bad! He promised to play with me today, but he didn't come!" I chuckled. "Daddy apologized to you this morning, and you forgave him. Why are you complaining again?" My daughter Alice crossed her chubby arms and huffed, "Hmph!" Suddenly, she tugged at my hand. "Mommy, that sir is all alone. He looks so pitiful."
I followed her gaze and saw an emaciated old man sitting on a bench, his body stooped, his face gaunt, and his eyes vacant. My heart ached, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. My daughter skipped over to him and asked with concern, "Sir, are you alone?"
The old man's vacant gaze shifted to my
