The 6th HUPE in Storyland competition Ranking

One usual Saturday my grandmother and me took a bus to the market.When we arrived I noticed an old lady standing by the road. She was carrying two heavy bags full of fruits and vegetables. She was wearing a brown old-fashioned coat, a long brown skirt, brown boots and brown wooly cap on her gray hair. She looked confused and scared because she couldn't cross the road. Cars rushed past one another and she was standing there lost and it was sad to see her so tiny, weak and slow with all those stuff in her hands. No one seemed to stop. I couldn't belive my eyes. I told my grandmother to go shopping without me because I wanted to help the old lady. I went up to her and asked if I could help her cross the road. She happily said yes so I took her bags and took her by the arm. We waited for the green light and then we started crossing the road. While we were walking slowly I felt her weakness and was trying to focus on every step. It is so sad when you grow old. Not so long ago you were young and strong and you could run over this road in second. We started talking talking so I found out that she lives alone and that she has a cat. She is 79 years old, the same as my grandmother but my grandmother is in better condition. Who knows why? Either she is healthier or i keep her alive. Suddenly, I felt so big and important in my grandma's life and I liked this feeling. The old lady also has two grandchildren but they live in another country and visit her only three times a year. It's so sad. I think that she is just surviving from their visits to visit. What does she do every day? How does she spend her time? We were walking for 10 minutes and then we arrived to her house. The house was small and the front of it was white. It had two windows and a large brown door. Like every old lady she loved flowers and had many flowerpots on her porch. She gave me some fruit to thank me. I even recomended her to go to therapy. My mum is physiotherapist and could walj with her. My mom is actually very good at her job. Then I went back to my grandmother and we continued shopping. On our way home I told my grandmother about the old lady. I got back home and i couldn't stop thinking about the old lady I had met today. I felt so sorry for her because she lives alone and has no one around. The next day I went to her house and brouth and brouth her lunch. She was so exited when she saw me. We were talking and drinking tea for almost one hour. Two days later I was at her house again. She showed me pictures from her past. Actually, she was so pretty. We talked about her childhood and how she was playing with her friends. They were also braiding each other's hair. Then I saw something very strange in one picture. There were some kids standing on the stairs in front od the cinema. One girl was looking like my grandmother when she was young. I asked that lady who was that and she said that it was her friend who moved in another country when we were twelwe years old. She never saw her again. I told her that this girl looked like my grandma but who knows? There are many similar people in world. When I was about to leave she invited my mom, grandmother and me to her house for lunch on next Saturday. She wanted to see who raised me beacuse I was so kind but I knew she wanted to meet my grandma as well. I hesiteted at first because I thought it might be too much for her but she insisted. Then I thought it would make her proud of herself because she could do something important. Anyway, the next day we arrived to her house and brought her pastries and juice. For lunch she made soup, meat and roasted potatoes. It was delicious. Her blue eyes were shining and her face was glowing. Our loud laughter spread throughout the room. And now you wonder if they know each other? Oh, yes. The old lady and my grandma found out that it raly was my grandma in that picture. They were friends and both were going to the same school but to diffrent classes. However, they used to play together many times because they were nighbours. My grandma moved with her parentd when she was a child but come back to her hometown when she got married. My grandmom was going almoust every day by bus to her friends house and they were planting flowers and talking about it. I visited that grandma after three monts she was glowing and had big smile on her face. After that learnd that one small act of kindness can make people happy.

One usual Saturday my grandmother and me took a bus to the market.When we arrived I noticed an old lady standing by the road. She was carrying two heavy bags full of fruits and vegetables. She was wearing a brown old-fashioned coat, a long brown skirt, brown boots and brown wooly cap on her gray hair. She looked confused and scared because she couldn't cross the road. Cars rushed past one another and she was standing there lost and it was sad to see her so tiny, weak and slow with all those stuff in her hands. No one seemed to stop. I couldn't belive my eyes. I told my grandmother to go shopping without me because I wanted to help the old lady. I went up to her and asked if I could help her cross the road. She happily said yes so I took her bags and took her by the arm. We waited for the green light and then we started crossing the road. While we were walking slowly I felt her weakness and was trying to focus on every step. It is so sad when you grow old. Not so long ago you were young and strong and you could run over this road in second. We started talking talking so I found out that she lives alone and that she has a cat. She is 79 years old, the same as my grandmother but my grandmother is in better condition. Who knows why? Either she is healthier or i keep her alive. Suddenly, I felt so big and important in my grandma's life and I liked this feeling. The old lady also has two grandchildren but they live in another country and visit her only three times a year. It's so sad. I think that she is just surviving from their visits to visit. What does she do every day? How does she spend her time? We were walking for 10 minutes and then we arrived to her house. The house was small and the front of it was white. It had two windows and a large brown door. Like every old lady she loved flowers and had many flowerpots on her porch. She gave me some fruit to thank me. I even recomended her to go to therapy. My mum is physiotherapist and could walj with her. My mom is actually very good at her job. Then I went back to my grandmother and we continued shopping. On our way home I told my grandmother about the old lady. I got back home and i couldn't stop thinking about the old lady I had met today. I felt so sorry for her because she lives alone and has no one around. The next day I went to her house and brouth and brouth her lunch. She was so exited when she saw me. We were talking and drinking tea for almost one hour. Two days later I was at her house again. She showed me pictures from her past. Actually, she was so pretty. We talked about her childhood and how she was playing with her friends. They were also braiding each other's hair. Then I saw something very strange in one picture. There were some kids standing on the stairs in front od the cinema. One girl was looking like my grandmother when she was young. I asked that lady who was that and she said that it was her friend who moved in another country when we were twelwe years old. She never saw her again. I told her that this girl looked like my grandma but who knows? There are many similar people in world. When I was about to leave she invited my mom, grandmother and me to her house for lunch on next Saturday. She wanted to see who raised me beacuse I was so kind but I knew she wanted to meet my grandma as well. I hesiteted at first because I thought it might be too much for her but she insisted. Then I thought it would make her proud of herself because she could do something important. Anyway, the next day we arrived to her house and brought her pastries and juice. For lunch she made soup, meat and roasted potatoes. It was delicious. Her blue eyes were shining and her face was glowing. Our loud laughter spread throughout the room. And now you wonder if they know each other? Oh, yes. The old lady and my grandma found out that it raly was my grandma in that picture. They were friends and both were going to the same school but to diffrent classes. However, they used to play together many times because they were nighbours. My grandma moved with her parentd when she was a child but come back to her hometown when she got married. My grandmom was going almoust every day by bus to her friends house and they were planting flowers and talking about it. I visited that grandma after three monts she was glowing and had big smile on her face. After that learnd that one small act of kindness can make people happy.