See this aunty waving at me?
She must be in her late 70s....the lines on her forehead and her dress sense spells knowledge, someone who seemed to me a retired teacher or principal.
I spotted her walking along a road in the east side of Singapore, with bags of NTUC groceries. I noticed her stop to place the bags on the pavement, take a breather before carrying up and on the next 20 to 40 steps or so. It broke my heart, the sun was scorching. I stopped the car, lowered the window and asked if she needed a hand. She gave a light smile, sat in the front passenger seat and carefully placed the groceries by her feet. With a soft and gentle voice, she gave me slow but explicit navigation of how to get to her home. Although it was only a 3min drive away from where I picked her up, I cannot fathom how long she was going to make it home by walking, under the blazing sun.
We didn't chat much as the 3 whole minute was mostly "turn right at the next junction", "keep right when you pass the XX school".
Before she alighted, she asked for my name and told me hers. Then her parting line was "I always see your car around and she uttered to my surprise my car plate number! " Wah!