On the far east coast, lie a small descent village full of simple, yet modern houses. The people who lived in these houses were kind and soft-hearted. There was one house, in particular, which most of the villagers were acquainted with.
The neighbors were proud to have such a lovely family near them, and on warm nights, when the stars shined in the sky, they would all sit together and speak of all sorts of things. They would speak of their experiences and of their unforgettable moments. Their children would play with each other, the sit to join them, as the eldest parent told them one of his spooky tales.
On one day, the ten year old boy, Malik, son of Sarah and Joseph - the lovely family which most liked - was on his way to the city center. He stopped by a busy cafe in order to buy himself a nice, cold ice-cream.
Malik walked slowly into the cafe, his blue eyes shined as he looked around for an empty table. He walked towards one of the empty tables and gently sat down.
"What can I serve you, sir?" said a young handsome waiter.
Malik brushed a hand through his silky black hair and said: "How much is a chocolate ice-cream?"
The ten year-old boy took out his money and counted it slowly. Meanwhile, the cafe was getting really crowded and many customers were in need of a table. ""Well, how much is a regular ice-cream?"
The waiter was becoming very impatient. "Four pounds." he said rudely.
"Okay, then I'll have a regular ice-cream, please."
The waiter hurried to get the young boy's order. A few minutes later, the boy had finished his ice-cream and waited for the check. As soon as he got the check, he paid it and was gone. The waiter went to the boy's table to collect his plate, and as he was doing so, he saw something that made his eyes watery and full of tears.
Beside the boy's plate, was one pound. Malik had prevented himself from eating the chocolate ice-cream he wanted, so that he could leave the waiter a tip. 'I should not have been rude and impatient with him' thought the waiter. Regret saddened and ached his heart.
Malik, on the other hand was proud of what he had done, but decided to keep it to himself. 'Only God should know.' thought Malik, and with that thought he went back home.
Wisdom ~ Never underestimate anyone, even a little boy.