Last Saturday, I embarked on a business trip. Taking the public bus, I wasn't prepared for what awaited me. My jaw dropped – a sight that sent chills down my spine. There, beside me, sat a boy, seemingly no older than nine, blatantly counting a hefty sum of money. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I leaned towards the little fellow.
"Excuse me," I inquired, "where are your parents, young man?"
Silence. No response.
Bemused by his lack of acknowledgement, I repeated my question, but received no answer. Deciding not to pry further, I let the young man be.
Yet, the encounter lingered in my mind. The sheer amount of money and his nonchalant demeanor were an enigma. Arriving at my destination, many stops later, I disembarked from the bus. To my astonishment, the boy remained seated, continuing his journey.
Intrigued, I approached the bus driver before leaving the station. "Excuse me, sir," I began, "do you happen to know anything about that young man?"
The driver chuckled, a knowing look in his eyes. "Sir," he drawled, "don't you worry about him. He rides this bus frequently. He's not a kid, you see! Why, that young man is actually twenty-eight years old, married to a lovely woman with a child of their own. I was just as surprised as you when I first saw him boarding without an adult. Quite the character, that one!"
His revelation left me speechless. The image of the child-like man meticulously counting money replayed in my mind. With a newfound understanding, I continued my journey, still marveling at the unexpected encounter.
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