Last weekend I went back to my home at Mount Wudang. We are supposed to be in the classroom by 2.30 pm every Sunday. Therefore, after an early lunch, I left home for the bus station around 12. Like me, a lot of teens who attend school in the city had to come and take Bus 202. The vehicle was thus packed with adolescent riders. It was also the noisiest time on Bus 202, for almost everyone was babbling, sharing their life with their friends.

It was no exception on the bus when I got aboard. The main characters on this bus ride, however, were the driver, a veggie farmer and a lady.

At one stop along the way, a woman veggie seller was going to come on board with two large baskets of veg. Casting a glance at her load, the driver said, “Aunt, the bus is crammed full. Your baskets are huge. And so many students are on board. Why not take the next one?”

A lot of passengers joined him and chanted in chorus, “Woman, your baskets are too big.” The veggie seller looked awkward.

Just at this moment, a smartly-dressed lady on the bus stood up. Having removed her big suitcase off the luggage rack, she beckoned the farmer to come on. Then she put the veggie seller’s two baskets where her suitcase had been. The old woman thanked the lady profusely.

Problem solved, the driver shut up. Our trip resumed.

A couple of stops on, the veggie pedlar had to get off. Her two bulky baskets became a problem again. The driver, together with some passengers, started to accuse her of causing too much trouble.

Without any fuss, the elegant lady took the baskets off the rack. Navigating her way around the passengers down the aisle, she carried them off the bus.

After the lady got back on, the veggie seller said thanks loudly to her from outside.

The driver, out of curiosity, asked the lady, “Is she your relative?”

My reader, you should know the answer.