Three of them were scenes I saw when I went to pick up a delivery. A family in the neighborhood has made their house into a delivery station, where they can pick up and drop off deliveries, as well as store them temporarily. Since this station, I will basically put the courier directly there, more and more, every time I go there will always gossip some.
Once their daughter to help me find the courier, she flipped around, and finally locked in the shelves high, with me said: "You take a little, it's too high." I took it and asked her, "Where do you go to school?" She didn't say anything, picked up her cell phone and started to swipe a small video. At this point an older man came in and said to the little girl, "Sister, find me the delivery." Probably this is a familiar customer, the little girl put down the phone cheeky smile and said, "Tell me how much money I won in poker today?" The man smoked a cigarette, stroked her head and said, "You're so young, you know everything." At this point her mom came out of her room and found the man's express and dismissed him.
One time was when I went to pick up a delivery after work and walked in and saw this man smoking a cigarette sitting by the shelves, "Get the delivery." I said. The man looked at me, after a while, said: "I'm this cell phone charged the phone bill, how is still down?" He flipped me to see the successful recharge text message, so I asked him to call and ask. He asked and said, "How come it's still in arrears? I've charged 150 bucks and I still owe 23 cents, and it's down for 23 cents." I took the delivery and said, "Just charge another 50 bucks." His wife climbed down from the ladder next to the shelf and said, "Why do you have so many phone bills every month?"
Another time when I went to pick up a delivery, there was a crowd around their house and the man was yelling, "Who just hit my wife? It's you, right! I've called the police, drinking and hitting!"
There was a scene I saw when I was playing in a small garden with Hee Daisy. A few moms were gathered around chatting and their children were playing in the mud by a nearby flower bed when one mom yelled at them, "Silly, don't you get dirty playing in the mud!" The kids then stood up and quickly chased off to play with something else. The mom pulled her cell phone out of her shirt pocket and started playing music, and then began to square dance, repeating parts of the moves over and over again during which I guessed she might be practicing some difficult move. The other moms continued to chat, the kids continued to chase, and she danced like no one was watching.
Today, I saw the autistic teenager again. His father sat with him on a seat in the neighborhood, sunbathing, squeezing his legs and pounding his back, and saying, "We can make tomato and egg noodles now, and we can also stir-fry shredded potatoes, so I'm not afraid of being hungry. And we're going to learn how to ride a bicycle soon." He sat there looking up at the sun, his eyes flashed with infinite longing.
Everyone is a lifer, no matter how poor or rich, no matter what kind of situation they are in, there is no difference between high and low, everyone deserves to be respected and treated equally.