A light rain was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the shop，eager to get home and play with the presents that our parents had prepared for us and our baby sister, Sharon.Across the street from the shop was a gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped，which was closed for New Year，but I saw a family standing outside the locked door，gathering closely together under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry.I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill.
Once we got home，there was barely time to enjoy our presents.We had to go off to our grandparents' house for our annual family dinner.As we drove down the highway through town，I noticed that the family was still there，standing outside the closed gas station.
My father was driving very slowly down the highway.The closer we got to the turnoff(岔道) for my grandparents' house，the slower the car went.Suddenly，my father made a Uturn in the middle of the road and said that he couldn't stand it."What？" asked my mother."It's those people back there at the station，standing in the rain.They've got children.It's New Year.I can't stand it."
When my father pulled into the service station，I saw that there were five of them: the parents and three children—two girls and a small boy，who were getting wet standing there. My father rolled down his window."Happy New Year，" he said.
"Thanks. You, too，" the man replied. He was very tall and had to bend slightly to look into the car. Jill, Sharon, and I looked at the children，and they looked back at us.
"You waiting on the bus？" my father asked. The man said that they were. They were going to Birmingham, where he had a brother and chances of a job. Knowing the bus wouldn't come along for several hours, my father invited them to our home to shelter from the rain.
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The man thought about it for a moment ， but then refused.
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When we got out of the car at our house ， the three children ran through the front door happily.
