I S H A

"I have to leave urgently," I told one of my workers, my tone firm yet calm as I hastily gathered my belongings. "Make sure to finish everything carefully before you go, alright?" She nodded quickly in understanding, and without waiting for another word, I headed out of the bakery.

The soft scent of freshly baked goods lingered in the air as I stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against my face. I climbed onto my pink scooter, its cheerful hue a stark contrast to my hurried demeanor, and with one swift motion, I sped off, leaving the hum of the bakery behind.

After a short ride, I slowed my scooter as the traffic light ahead turned red. The world seemed to pause for a moment, the hum of engines and murmurs of the street blending into the background. When the light finally shifted to green, I moved forward, but my hand instinctively squeezed the brakes as I caught sight of an old man stepping onto the road, trying to cross it with great difficulty.

He clutched several bags in his trembling hands, his movements cautious yet unsteady. Without a second thought, I hastily parked my scooter and hurried over to him, my heart urging me to offer help.

"Let me help you," I said softly, offering a small smile as I took the heavy bags from the elderly man's hands. I gently held one of his hands and guided him across the road, ensuring his safety by putting my hand up to stop an approaching car. Step by careful step, we made it to the other side.