“No, brother, I’m going with someone,” the grandfather pleaded again, and the driver repeated the same words. Meanwhile, I was listening to their conversation. Yesterday I left it late because I was chasing after work.
It was time to pick up the children from kindergarten. I decided to take a taxi and raised my hand before a cart came and stopped. As soon as I sat down, I turned the corner and was greeted by the Sun Bridge, which was blocked by cars. Wondering how to get through this heavy traffic, I turned on my phone’s data and tried to access Facebook when a grandfather peeked out of the car window.
Since the cars were stuck without moving, the grandfather asked with a smile, “Where are my children going? Please let my brother off the bridge just now.” I glanced over and thought that the driver was trying to seat the old man and started “scratching” his phone. But the driver:
“No, brother, I’m going with someone,” the grandfather pleaded again, and the driver repeated the same words. Meanwhile, I was listening to their conversation. It was only when my grandfather caught a passing car out of the corner of his eye that he realized.
“Brother, let’s drop this grandfather off,” the driver said, “I thought you might not like it, so I said no.” I opened the car door and shouted after my grandfather. It was at this time that my father, who was left behind by my mother, came to my mind, and the thought that maybe there is someone like my father, and my father is walking around asking someone like this, was tightening in my throat.
Grandfather came and sat in the car at the sound of my screams. It seems that he is worried and happy, but he is trying to talk amicably to make up for us. At this moment, the traffic also thinned, and the grandfather’s landing place was reached. Grandpa could just say “Thank you” and get off. Or I could have given 500 MNT according to other people’s standards.
But he didn’t. But the driver gave more than that to my brother and I and got off. “Well, thank you very much, my children. May all your wishes come true and may the golden yellow road be blessed. Have a good time” and left. The driver said, “Bless you,” and I said, “Oh, thank you very much, grandpa.”
A few moments after meeting and parting with this grandfather, after hearing this beautiful blessing, I had such a good feeling, as if I had rested very well, or as if I came home from exhaustion and drank yellow tea with my mother’s uncle. That grandfather was able to give such a beautiful gift with just a few words.
My taxi arrived at the destination and when I got off, I gave the driver more money than I should have paid. For some reason, I felt at that moment that the most important thing was not the money I gave, but my happiness. There are words that are more valuable than money. Thank you grandpa for those words.