Hello Guys! I just want to share with you a story that happened just this morning. I was asked by my aunt to buy a flower for my mother's burial. I'm with my friend, she's a girl. After we bought the flower, she decided to go home first. As we walk through, one of the tricycle driver approach us to ride with him. She whispered, "He looks like a drug addict, are we riding with him?"

I widened my eyes on her. Like telling her to keep quiet,...