Frank had only his mother, but she had fallen ill and died. He hardly remembered her, only her warm, soft hands. Frank stayed with his grandmother, who was already old. They lived on their pension alone, had to save on everything to make ends meet. The boy wore shabby clothes. He had almost no toys, only one broken car, which he found near the garbage can and repaired with tape.
A fat boy from their yard constantly bullied Frank. He stood in front of him and laughed.
– You’re an orphan. Nobody needs you. Your grandmother will die and you’ll end up in an orphanage!
– Who told you that?
– My mother.
The fat boy took a candy from his pocket and rustled the wrapper defiantly. Frank rarely ate much candy. He returned home, smearing tears on his cheeks. His grandmother was lying on the bed, her body periodically shuddering in a coughing fit. For the first time Frank noticed that his grandmother was really very weak and unhealthy. She caught a cold, but they could not afford medicine. He frowned and went to the pharmacy.
At first, the pharmacist defiantly did not notice him, but when he knocked on the window, she growled angrily:
– What do you want?
– My grandmother is sick, give her something for her cold, please.
– Boy, do you have any money?
– No, I don’t.
– So get out of here, no one will give you anything without money.
The pharmacist was about to throw the boy out, but a customer stopped her.
– Don’t worry, we’ll buy everything your grandma needs.
She paid for the cold medicine and they went to his home. After that, this woman often visited them. And when the grandmother passed away a year later, she adopted the boy.
