On my very first shift as a part-time delivery rider, I scratched a luxury car. I nervously looked toward the driver's seat, only to discover that the person inside was my former boss. The kindly old man waved his hand and let me off the hook for the damages, but... "I have a son. He's twenty-four or twenty-five, but he's still afraid to talk to strangers." He pulled a check from his pocket. "Next time you make deliveries, could you take my son along with you?" 1. Before meeting the young master, I always thought he was an autistic young man. To earn the money in my pocket, I summoned the resolve of a preschool teacher and devoted myself to it with the same intensity I'd put into preparing for final exams, in the time left after work.
My Junior Schoolmate Took Me Home for the Holiday, and the Person Who Opened the Door Was My Dad
The Land Endures, and So Does Love