Let Me Help You

Thursday after noon, at East Pacific Mall in El Cerrito, CA while loading grocery into our car, I heard my wife’s voice behind me. “Let me help you.” I turned around. An old woman was struggling with a 50lbs rice bag into the trunk of her car, parking next to ours. My wife helped her lift the heavy bag into place. The woman walked toward the passenger side of her car. I opened and hold the door for her. As she got into the car she said something I could not understand. However, I could not help seing a young man in the driver seat, reading a newspaper.