002_Helping is Good (S-4c)

Should I help you?" Asked a little boy to an elderly woman. The old woman was trying to lift some heavy boxes, but she didn't have enough strength to do so.

"Why, of course you should! Tsk, kids these days have no morals," the old woman stated in displeasure. Hearing the sudden scolding from the old woman, the boy felt a little guilty.

"Sorry, I'll help you now," he said and went to help the elderly woman lift the heavy box. 

"Hngggh!" Though try as he might, the box was a too heavy for him to lift. At most, he could barely push it forward. 'Maybe if we team up, we can lift the box,' thought the boy.

"Umm, old lady? Maybe we should work together to lift the box. It's too heavy," the boy said.

"It's too heavy?! Tsk, what are you even doing with your life? I'm certain, all you do at home is play video games and watch useless movies. That's why you're skinny and frail!" Yelled the old woman.

The little boy felt wronged, but what could he do? His parent's told him to always listen to his elders… 

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, old lady. I will lift it, I was wrong," the boy said, and the old woman nodded in satisfaction. 

The heavy box was filled with clothes and weighed in about ten kilograms. After twenty minutes, the boy was able to lift the box from one end of the street to the other. 

BANG!

"Hey, boy! Don't drop it so carelessly! If that box is ruined, I'll call your parents!"

"Ha… Ha… I'm… So… rry… Sorry…" panting for air, the boy barely uttered an apology. He didn't even care about the old lady, he only apologized subconsciously for his body was too fatigued.

"Are… we done?" The little boy asked, but the old lady raised her fist as if to hit the boy. She didn't, though.

"What do you mean we're done?! Are you going to leave me here in the middle of the street? My house is still over three streets ahead. Lift my box to my house, and hurry up! I still have more boxes for you to lift!"

"Oh… okay…" the little boy sighed in dismay as he helped the old lady with her boxes.

"Where were you all day?!" A middle-aged woman asked in fury. "Oh you little bastard, you're so getting it today," the woman cackled, dashing over to the tall cabinet on the side of the room.

"M-Mom! I was helping an old lady," the boy tried to explain, but the woman just snorted.

"Helping an old woman, my ass. Come here, I'm gonna beat some sense into you! I told you to not play with deliquents, but you still did!" The woman screeched, whipping out a thick leather belt and walked toward the boy.

"Mom!"