I am a woman who is helpless. I look bad. Unhealthy, unhappy and evil. I weigh 85 kg, with a height of 162. In fact, the waist is more than a meter in the reach. Unpainted Hair in the tail. Variations are one, with a child, with two, with three, with four, with two wheelchairs. With lots of packages, packages.
They are trying to help me all the time. At least hold the door, take a wheelchair, give up a seat, help with bags. Men, women, old women, conductor in the bus, neighbors, strangers. This has always been the case, even when I was a child. My husband says that my colorful bluets under my eyes and a slight sadness in my eyes cause pity. That he and himself originally wanted to cover me with a bowl and feed me with sweets.
In the case of children, it just seems to me that my children are delighted with their appearance, like the picture, and obedience. And when I walk out in addition to my nieces, I look unhappy with many children.
In all 33 years of my life, I have never been asked for a phone or anything in return, but they help me every day.
I try to help people unselfishly. And for example, when I go for a walk, I collect garbage from the sandbox and bring it to the urn.