This afternoon I went to see my grandma by bus. It was very crowded. I had to stand. Beside me was a woman with a little girl in her arms. But in front of her, a young man occupied two seats, pretending to be sleeping. I heard the little girl asking her mother, "What's wrong with the uncle?" I had thought that perhaps the mother would blame the man. But out of my expectation, the woman answered with a smile, "Be quiet. This uncle must be very tired because of hard work." The young man must have heard these words. His face turned red and he offered one seat to the little girl at once.