It seems ridiculous that anyone would have an issue with an older lady doing a good deed, but that’s exactly what happened.Mrs. Johnson is a real gem. She’s probably in her late 60’s and has the kindest smile. Unfortunately, she’s a bit lonely. I think her kids live far away, and she lost her husband a few years back. This little tradition of hers, feeding the kids, seems to bring her so much joy. And the kids love it, too. Every Saturday, they rush over to Mrs. Johnson’s table, laughing and chatting, grabbing their hot dogs, and thanking her. It’s a heartwarming sight, which is why last Saturday’s events were so shocking.
Mrs. Johnson was setting up her table as usual when Mr. Davis, the grumpy neighbor from across the street, stormed out of his house, ready for a fight. I was astonished to see him beeline over to Mrs. Johnson. “What’s all this noise?” he barked, waving his arms around. “And that smell? Must you really have a crazy party here every weekend?” Mrs.
Johnson jumped. “Oh, Mr. Davis, it’s just the kids’ lunch.” “Well, I’ve had enough of it!” he snapped. “I’m calling the police. This isn’t a cafeteria.”Mrs. Johnson’s jaw dropped. “Mr. Davis, these children don’t have anywhere else to go. Some of them can’t even afford lunch. I’m just trying to help.” He scoffed, crossing his arms.
