The weather was getting wet, it entered the rainy season with wet wind. The boy liked this season a lot, because he could play with water more often than any other time during the year. In contrast, his mother definitely disliked it. She got more clothes to wash but less time to hang it dry. She had to be aware anytime, in case it got raining again while she was hanging them. 

The boy was about to go before his mother called him, "Charlie!!" She shouted from the backyard. He didn't answered, but he dashed to the back door and popped his head out behind the door. He just looked at his mother with naughty eyes.

His mother saw him, "Are you going to Granny Lisda's again?" She was hanging a big white bed sheet. The boy came near his mother and nodded. 

"Then, could you please bring some eggs for her? Ah...and also 2 jars of milk. Be careful, OK? Don't break the eggs or the jars." 

"OK!" He ran to the small hut near their kitchen to take 15 eggs and 2 jars of milk as his mother asked him. 

His family was not a farmer family. His father was working in a factory nearby. But, the money was definitely not enough. Therefore, his mother kept small kitchen garden at the back of their house and some stock animals for daily living; which fortunately went really well. She had some talents in it. Sometimes, his mother sold a bit of their stocks to buy other things. The old lady from the coffee shop was one of her loyal buyers.      

The boy kissed his little sister's forehead who was sleeping in the wooden baby cart. Then, he left home, whistling.

The day turned dark because of the clouds by the time that boy reached the coffee shop. He pushed the door and was surprised when he met a stranger instead of the old lady behind the bar. It was a young lady he had never seen before. She looks a little bit older than big brother James, he thought.

"Can I help you, little boy?" She asked from behind the bar.

"I am...looking for the owner. My mother asked me to deliver these eggs and milk for her," He looked rather awkward. There was somebody he didn't know in his sanctuary. He disliked the fact. Even though he was a little boy, he knew nearly every single customer in that cafe.

"Ah, Granny Lisda is out to the post office for a while. You can give it to me," she smiled at him.

The boy was hesitating, he felt uncomfortable giving something his mother trusted to him to somebody he didn't know.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before? Sorry, I am not trying to be rude," he said while finally giving his basket to her.

"Ah, nice to meet you. You are a regular then? I am a new part-timer."

"New part-timer?"

"Yes, I work here starting today. My name is Lynn. Lynn Leslie," she offered her hand to the little boy.

"I am Charlie," he reached her hand.