Water melon story

My watermelon story happened in the MRT.  I was busy chatting with my mum in the MRT, well…all the girls' talk that I totally forgotten about my watermelon, in which i left it on the floor. 

So, as the MRT started to depart from HARBOURFRONT station, there it goes…my watermelon started to roll like a bowling….and my eyes wide opened…

There came my little kind superboy.  He's a caucasian, standing  about 1m tall with his mummy and siblings. The "bowling" hit his leg slightly and he's quick to reached for my water melon and finally succeeded to stop my "bowling" from rolling further.  I can tell that he too was proud of his good catch. =)

Embarrassed and touched, i reached towards my superboy and said a BIG THANK YOU.  I think I blushed..hahaha.  His mummy, i remember…a tall beautiful woman, returned me with yet another heartwarming SMILE.  She's so proud and happy for her son's kind act.

Very touching indeed.  It's his little act of kindness that brightens up my day.   

Thank you my little rescuer.  =)

Lin Ai Choo