Prisca and Caron came to our house today. This is better than meeting two sons of the royal family. Caron came to our house for the first time. He is a shy man. He is tall and still in the fourth grade. He felt ashamed. Hearing the doorbell ring, our whole family greeted us at the door. Cross didn't come because he hasn't been home for seven years. Dad came back from America. My mother kissed Prisca at once.
Father introduced Caron to mother: "This is Caron, he is a gentleman with a sense of honor."
Caron looked down at me and smiled. Prescott got the medal and his father went back to work. He hasn't drunk a drop of wine in the past five days. He wants Prescott to stay in the factory and stay with him all the time. Now he seems to be a different person. Prescott was very happy about his father's change.
I took out all my things, and then we started to play. Prisca was fascinated by a small train. The locomotive has a clockwork. When the wind is wound, the train can run by itself. He just looked at the little red and yellow trains intently. I gave him a key to play with. He knelt on the ground and played happily without looking up. I have never seen him so happy. He said to everything, "I'm sorry." And signal us not to stop the small train with our hands. Then he picked up the small train and put it back carefully. He is so careful that the car seems to be made of glass that it will break when touched. He seems to get dirty by his own breath. After polishing, he checked it from top to bottom and smiled with satisfaction.
We stood beside him and looked at him, with a small neck and small ears bleeding. The sleeves of the jacket rolled up to reveal two small arms, and they were beaten to protect their heads.
At that moment, I am willing to give him all my toys and books, and I am willing to give him what little bread I have; I am also willing to undress him; I am willing to kneel down and kiss his hand. I thought: I can at least give you the car, but I must get my father's permission. Then a note was thrust into my hand. This is what my father wrote in pencil: Prisca likes your little train very much. He has no toys. Is there nothing you can do?
I immediately picked up the small train in my hands, put it in his arms and said, come, this is yours.
He looked at me doubtfully. "It's yours." I said, "I gave it to you."
Then he looked at my parents even more surprised and asked me, "But why?"
His father said to him, "Enrique gave it to you because he is your friend, because he loves you, and it is also a gift to congratulate you on winning the prize."
Prisca asked shyly, "Can I take it home?" "Of course!" We all say. He has stood at the door, but he didn't go out. He was shaking with excitement. Let's say it again.
Caron helped him wrap the small train in a handkerchief. When he bent down, those little things rattled in his pocket.
"Some other time," Prisca said to me, "you go to my father's workshop and I'll give you some nails."
Mother put a bunch of flowers in the cow hole in Kalong to show her greetings. Caron lowered his head and said loudly, "Thank you!" Eyes shining with kindness and nobility.