I lived in Perth, Australia with my six-year-old son Daniel. One night after a busy day at work, I ran to Daniel's childcare centre to collect1on time. Daniel is a talkative boy but he has few2in the center because of his chatter without stop. He sometimes was lonely. On the way home, he told me a lot about his life there, 3he felt excited when he talked about some interesting things. After dinner, we went outside so Daniel could ride his bicycle. 4his Batman costume*, he thought he was the man who could fight the bad people. He was energetic as he 5 proudly through Claremont Street towards the river. At the same time, I walked alongside feeling weighed down. I tried to keep a cheerful face, but inside I had 6 uncertain. When we got to the river we walked down the pier. There was an old man 7. Looking into the bucket beside him, the old man seemed to be satisfied with his work tonight. I had a little 8 that be would get angry with us or drive us away because Daniel would disturb* his 9 by making a lot of noise, so I told Daniel to be quiet. He nodded his head. As we got closer, the man on the small chair stopped fishing, turned, 10, smiled and asked, "How's Batman this evening?"
Daniel 11 told the man that Batman was good before asking about the fish. I bad been afraid we 12 disturb the man, causing an unpleasant experience between us. But I couldn't have been more wrong. The kind man showed great kindness and patience to my son. He communicated with my son, laughing happily. Watching their13 made my eyes watery. Then Daniel threw away his bike and sat cross-legged on the ground, keeping on sharing his life in the childcare center. To some degree, they chatted like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. This lovely old gentleman was so 14 and truly interested in Batman, my little boy, that I just wanted to cry. My sadness was healed at that time.
I will never forget 15this man gave my son the time of the day. I will always be thankful for that.