The old man stood in the shadows, watching his sad grandson. The old man sighed heavily, throwing his hat to the ground and sat on the chair.
“Mr. Hart, are you okay?” The old man, Mr. Hart, looked up at the worker and smiled weakly.

“Yes, son.” The worker smiled gently and his gaze averted to the boy who sat near the small pond, looking down at his feet.

“Isn't it your grandson’s birthday today?” Mr. Hart nodded. Mr. Hart was in his fifties, short and chubby. He was kind and hard-working.

“I tried to make him happy but,” Mr. Hart's voice saddens, “Since his mother and father died in an accident two years ago, I have been trying my best to make him happy but he doesn't open up.” The worker sits next to him, listening attentively to the man.
“That's why you bought him here?” Mr. Hart nods. He brought his grandson to the zoo, where he works.

“I thought maybe he would brighten up seeing the lively animals.” Mr.Hart cleared his throat and stood up walking to the boy.

Mr. Hart’s face cheered as he shouted, “Oliver! Let's go! I will show you elephants!” The boy jumped from his seat. Mr. Hart ruffled his hair and led him. The boy was silent and followed his grandfather silently without any bother.

“Do you want to eat something?” Mr. Hart asked in a playful tone. Mr. Hart has been raising the boy, Oliver, on his own for two years. He loved his grandson and the loss of his son and daughter-in-law didn't stop him from giving the best to the boy. He would daily bring him chocolates, cakes and games to make him happy but the boy, Oliver, has grown silent and dull.

He missed his parents who...