SMALL LILY WAS PASSIONATE

Like I said, I was coming back from school when I saw a small boy of about my age sitting down on the road looking unkempt and dirty. For the first time, I am passionate about the poor. I and Chloe had been spoiled children.

We treated them with disdain. My mind keeps telling me to talk to him. 

“Halt the car!” I shouted at the driver.

He halted the car looking at me surprisingly.

“Lady Lily, hope all is well,” he said. I ignored him. I opened the car door. I climbed down from the car.

The driver also came down, but i ignored him. I went to the boy who sat down by the road.

He looked up as I approached him. His face lit up. He stood up as I got to him.

“I am Lily, I saw you sitting alone, hope all is well,” I said. He shook his head. There I knew that he had been crying.

“You have been crying,” I said.

He nodded.

“My mom is sick, but there is no money for the treatment,” he said. I felt sorry for him. For the first time in my life, I have compassion for someone not only someone but a poor boy.

I sat beside him. Even when I was only ten, I was smart enough to know that losing a mother is painful.

My mom had divorced my dad when Chloe was seven and I was five. It was one nanny to another because of our bully, we mistreated our maids like rags. With Chloe's cunning, it was easy. I and Chloe have to convince dad that we don’t need any nanny before he stops employing maids. He got us more maids. He also assigned a personal maid for us.

The maids were maltreated anyhow,

He tapped me on my shoulder. I flinched up.  I almost fell.

“Your mind is far away,” he said. I smiled

“Yes, never mind, it was personal stuff. What is wrong with your mom?” I said 

“She was suffering from a kidney problem,” he said sadly.

“Have you taken her to the hospital?” I asked.

“Yes, but at the hospital, we were told to return home because of lack of money for the treatment, donor, and surgery,” he said in tears.

I was moved by his tears, tears fell from my eyes.

“How much is the money?” I asked as I tried to fight away my tears.

“I can’t remember it,” he said. Then her driver walked to them.

“Lady Lily, your daddy will be angry if he arrives home before us, it is getting dark, please let us go,” he said as he wondered why I was in tears.

I ignored him and turned to the boy before me. I haven’t even asked for his name.

“What is your name?” I asked him.

“Nimbi,” he said. 

“You will come with me, I will like to help you,” I said. He was surprised.

“But lady Lily, he can’t come with us. He was unkempt, the boss will talk,” the driver said.

“He will come with us, I want him to take me to his mom,” I said.

Will the driver allow him to go with them?