I was walking home when I saw an elderly lady struggling with heavy bags. She looked tired, and I wanted to help.

The lady looked surprised when I asked, “Can I help you with your bags?” She smiled and nodded, handing me one of the bags.

As we walked together, she told me stories about her childhood. I felt happy to listen and help her carry the heavy bags.

She said her name was Mrs. Clara and told me how much she missed her grandchildren, who lived far away.

I asked her where she lived, and she pointed to a small, cozy house with a garden full of flowers.