Chapter 4: A Warm Pair of Hands

What is Caring? I'm sure you've all asked this question. Affection often comes out inadvertently. It may not be visible, it may not be touched. Sometimes, love is a cup of hot tea in the cold winter; Sometimes, love is a greeting to one another. To put it simply, caring is about helping each other.

Help happens all the time, depending on whether you feel it with your heart. Once, an uncle's help to me made me feel warm and caring. I remember it was last winter. One day, I woke up too late and rushed out the door after just ten minutes.

Soon, I came to the station. At this time, the whole world is gray, and things in the distance are hazy, and from time to time the cold wind howls. My whole body felt cold and my hands froze. I stomped my feet and rubbed my palms while waiting for the bus, which made me feel warmer.

After a while, the car came. When I got on the bus and stood at the check-in desk, I felt my pants bag and found that it was empty: Huh? How come there is no card? No, I'll look for it again. So, I rummaged through my bag again and found that there was none. I suddenly became nervous and uneasy: I must have gone out too quickly and landed on the table...... What now? Get out...... No, I'm going to be late! …… Or, explain to the driver's uncle...... No, I can't take a car without paying! Hey, what should I do now?

At this time, the people behind me were urging me, the passengers in the car were staring at me, and the driver's uncle was waiting for me scratching his head and touching his ears. I was so anxious and overwhelmed that I didn't know what to do. I lowered my head, my face flushed.

Finally, I made up my mind and prepared to get out of the car and walk to school. "Uncle, I forgot to bring my card." With that, I turned around and was about to step out of the car. Suddenly, I heard two crisp punch-in sounds of "drip-drip-", and then a pair of warm hands grabbed me. Suddenly, I felt the warmth and seemed to forget the cold.

"Little brother, get in the car, remember to bring the card next time you go out!" What the? Someone actually checked in for me! This man is truly loving. I'll turn my head to see who it is! It turned out that it was an uncle in his thirties who helped me type the card. I saw that he had short hair, deep eyes, and a high nose. I immediately hurriedly thanked you!

To this day, I still remember the uncle who helped me. I still remember his warm hands and made me forget the cold of winter