When I first saw him both legs were covered in heavy bandages. Now only the right leg was bandaged. I could see that he was having a difficult time na...igating the sloping sidewalk. When he managed to get to the bus bench, I smiled up at him. Scooting over I nodded to him offering the seat next to me. It was but a few minutes later when the bus arrived. I helped him to his feet as the bus driver lowered the wheelchair lift to make it easier for him to board with his crutches. The bus wasn’t too. "So we took a break, washing the dust off and sipping a glass of ice tea in the break room. Brian said his mom tried to keep a pitcher full in there at all times, and if there was a pitcher in the fridge it was fair game.We went right back to sacking chicken feed once we got done with the break. We counted the feed we'd already sacked that was still back at the hopper, and there were 63 already bagged. We bagged another hopper full, which got us up to a hundred and eight, so we threw the. Wo mujhese bhut majak karti to maine b majak me unse sath nahane ki baat kahi. Unhone mujhe apne sath nahane k liye mana kar diya aur main gusse me unke ghar se aa gaya.. Phir kuch din baad unki call aayi to maine unse milne se mana kar diya aur wo mujhko manane lagi pphir maine unko chodne k liye bola to unhone kaha ki pahle ghar aao.. Phir main unke ghar gaya unka ghar bhut bada tha aur wo upar room me the jab main gaya to maine room neeche se lock kar diya aur upar jaate he unko hug kiya aur. ”“My name is Sandrine. May I ask your name?”He looked puzzled but he responded.“My name is Henry. How may I help you?”“How old are you, Henry?”Henry’s puzzlement turned to uneasiness. He stepped back through an opening at the rear of the shop.“Father,” he called, “will you assist, please?”“What is—”The man Sandrine remembered from those two nights years ago stopped dead when he saw Sandrine.“You? What are you doing here?”Sandrine stared. She knew she could not afford to antagonize the man but.