Walking with both girls home one day, we heard the ambulance first before we saw it rushing into our street. As a precaution, I told the girls to stop and let it pass before we proceed. They did that but they got long necks, watching where it would stop.
When it stopped a door away from our house, we heaved a sigh of relieve since Papa is in the house and tinkering at home. We thought it was the man next door. He was just released from the hospital a week ago and we saw him early this morning already mowing the lawn. He might just overdone it.
But nope, it was the wife who was rushed to the hospital. A mild heart attack. When the ambulance left, my husband came out and offered to drive the man to the hospital. He declined saying he's got enough of hospitals for now. But that his children would be going instead to their mom. My husband left him saying he should just ring us when he needed us.
The kids were concerned. They know that the man cannot cook alone. They know that he loves to eat. What would happen to him especially as he's still not well after an operation? I told them just continue being friendly to him. Greet him, say hello, ask how he is, and they could also ask if they could help him, too. But I told him the most important thing is for the man not to feel lonely and alone. He needs someone to talk to.
And know did they do? When the girls would see the man outside, they would go to him and talk to him. Look at this photo. They are also content simply sitting beside him and watching the neighborhood move.