Tricycle
I placed the box of groceries behind the tricycle and sat behind the tricycle driver since two passengers were already inside. An old lady approached the vehicle and I offered my seat behind the tricycle driver without hesitation. “It is the softer seat,” I thought. So as decent as I am, I moved from the comfy seat to the steel one and said, “Dito nalang po kayo,” as I offered the space. “Napakabuting Ginoo naman. Pagpalain ka ng Diyos,” she spoke. It’s the least of my expectation to have a sudden feedback as I don’t usually get any response every time I offer the comfy seat. I then found myself smiling at joy. A part of it was because someone knows how to appreciate, and the other part was because of the overwhelming feeling I felt when she uses Ginoo to address me. I am not used to that; I was never addressed so highly like that, plus the idea that people rarely use that. The tricycle went off and I started to feel the uneasiness of my seat (just like what everyone feel...