IN ANOTHER LIFE
The old woman, but not fragile said.
"Oh my god! Thank you! I really like strawberry." I said with a giant smile. The old woman smiled at me then she leaves us. She entertains the other tourists.
"Here. Use my basket. I won't pick any." Hiro said, handed me his basket, then he shoves his hands inside to his pocket.
"Hey, you should pick some for your mother," I say, giving him back the basket but he refuses to get it.
"Mum doesn't like strawberry. And so am I." He replied, bored.