Before the sun crept out of the gloomy cloud, Mr. Lawson was prepared to take a stroll. It was still the early month of May, but the weather was a bit cold as spring breeze roared across the streets, blowing anyone who dared to come out.
I wore a pink dress and put a white net scarf around my neck while waiting for Mr Lawson to come downstairs. Turning around once more to check on him, I saw him descending the stairs in a difficult stead, as he wasn't yet used to using the walking stick. It was balanced on both sides of his arms. I wanted to help him, but I decided not to. If there was one thing I should know, it was the fact that Mr Lawson hated feeling vulnerable. I held my stand watching as he approached me.
"Are you ready?" He asked as he stepped out of the door.
I nodded and foll
