It was a few years back, I was at the supermarket with my parents, I was a teen at at moment. My parents and I would buy lots of snacks and chocolate. There was always this woman who would ask for a change to spare for her since she had no one and was living at the side of the road under a crooked shed. This woman looks like in her late 60’s, she had that sadden look on her face and teary eyes every time I saw her. I felt sorry for her and my heart hurts to see someone mother, who could of been my mother on the street. From that time on every time that I would go the supermarket I would buy a bag if groceries of food stuff for her and let the cashier give it to her when she comes to ask for anything. That was one time I felt anonymous in my life. I don’t have the courage to face her because I would of cry.