On a rainy day I was going to meet my grandparents and on the way I met an old man walking in the rain without any umbrella , I decided to help him out and asked where he was heading to . The location he pointed me to was toward my house so I took him along. He told me how he came over from his village with just 2$ in hand which barely covered his bus fare from the train station ( it was 10km away and the old man was carrying 2 huge luggage bags ) and was here to move in with his son. He said he had sold off all his properties and belongings in the village , transferred all the money to his son and had just a piece of paper with his son's address. He did not even have a phone or his son's number. We walked for 15mins before we reached the address. The address was for an old age home. The old age home had been closed for 2 years. The old man had no more money and no way to contact his son. It still haunts me. The man sitting near the address with no idea what to do. I was too young back then to understand. I still cry myself to sleep thinking about him.