My mother sees a soldier with an injured hand. He was an Australian. The blood was dripping like a river. My mother went and bandaged his hand. “Mum, mum” he said and took out money to pay her.
She said “My child, I do not take money. Here you are my child - I have children and you have a mother - God protect you to go to your country – No money, I helped you because you came here.”
