While we are at the front door, we were surprised when seeing an old man was lying helplessly and begging for help. His eyes asking for mercy.
Mr.Razak who stands by the door then sitting beside him and try to listen what he is saying. 
“Please... Help me...” the old guy is begging for help.
Mr.Razak look at me questioningly. He then lifting the old man's to help him stand up. But he is too weak so Mr. Razak just help him to sti. The old man is now in sitting position.
"Uncle, what happen? Are you okay? Is there anything we can help?" Ask Mr. Razak with his caring eyes.
"I..I..I'm... Hungry...Pl..please...giv...give..m..me..so...some...fo..food.." his voice is very weak. I don't know how long does he not eaten.
Mr. Razak nodding his head. He then ask me to get a glass of water for this old man. He looks dehydrated.
I run as fast as I can to the kitchen and coming back to Mr.Razak with a glass of water.
"Th..than..thank you." He said. Then the old man gulping the water quickly. He's really thirsty. In a second, the glass is empty.
"Where are you living? And why are lying here, uncle?"ask Mr. Razak.
"Just now... I..I..was rejected...by a woman from this house... be.. because I...was...asking her for food..."
"She's..kicked me..." he added
Mr.Razak looked back at me. It's must be Mom's. She's must have kicked him earlier when she's went outside just now. How dare she's kicked this helpless man. I feel ashamed with Mr.Razak. He's witnessing how cruel and bad my mom is.
"I'm sorry for her behavior, uncle. Do you want to sit inside?" I invite him since I fell sorry for what Mom's have done to him. I don't understand why Mom's being like this.
Mr. Razak just smiles with my actions. He nodded as agrees with me.
"Would you mind with me who is poor and helpless to coming into your house?" Ask the old man who belittle himself.
"It's okay uncle. We used to be one too." I answer.
"Aidan, do you have any food in the house that can be give to this man?" Ask Mr. Razak.
"It's okay. I can make one." I smile to him. He just nodding understands what I was saying. 
"Ok let's come in, uncle." 
I and Mr. Razak help the old man enter my house. His body is light and make it us easier to carry him.  Then we sit him down at the dining table at in our living room.
"Uncle, Mr. Razak. I'm going to make food now." They're just nodding.
I'm going to the kitchen and looking for any cooking magazines. Mom's have a lot of cooking magazines, it will probably here around the kitchen. I need to copy it's images since I don't know how to cooks and I don't remember how it looks like. 
I'm afraid without references, the end results would be devastating. No one's going to eat the food if it doesn't resemble the exact food.
Thank god, I found a cooking magazines. There's a few cooking magazines laying on the island. I pick it up and browsing it, looking for delicious food. 
Based on the old man appearance, it may be a few days that he's not eating. He's probably can take a hard types of food. So I decided to choose soups meal for him.
The first page shows a chicken soup picture. I make a decision to choose this a first meal. I took a stance infront of the table and starting to whishing my brush up in the air and copying the picture.
a few minutes, the drawing is done. I push the images slowly and the chicken soup appear on the table. The smells of chickens linger in my nostrils.
Then I continue browsing the magazines. Since I and Mr. Razak just went home, I didn't have my lunch yet. Same as Mr. Razak. Since I'm making food, why not both of us eat our lunch together.
There's something catches my eyes. The bright color, the plating makes me want to taste it. It's gulai kepala ikan , a traditional malay cuisine. Even from the image it makes me watery. Then I starts to copy it. Once it done, I push it onto the table.
The fragrants is tempting. It's still hot. Then I browsing again the magazines to find another dish. 
I stops at page that shows a crab dish. Ooh this is interesting. I can feel my stomach begging to be fills by looking at it.
Then I copy the image and push it down once it down. The bright red colour dish makes anyone craving for it.
"Oh, I forgot about rice."
Thank god, there is a rice photos in the magazine. If not, we just eat those without rice. But it wouldn't be perfect meals without rice.
After all done, I bring out the dishes to the dining table. Mr.Razak and the old guys starting to watery seeing all this delicious meals. 
"Wow, Aidan. This looks amazing. I bet it's delicious." Says Mr. Razak while his eyes keep staring at the meals.
"Go ahead Mr. Razak and uncle. I bet you guys are really hungry." Invites me.
"Eh,there's no need Aidan. I can eat once I back home later." Says Mr. Razak.
"It's okay, Sir. I have made this for you too." I insist.
He can't do anything since he also tempting by looking at the dish. His eyes catching on the crab. He's been so long craving for it but he didn't have time to get it. Now it's the time he can fulfill his cravings.
I prepare three plates for us to eat. The old man rushly take all of meals and feed himself. I thought wanted to give him soup first. But he's already much the fish head without I manage to tell him. 
He's surely hungry. Me and Mr. Razak just smiles watching him eating happily.
"Uncle, when the last time have you eaten?" Ask Mr. Razak since the old man nows seems energetic than before.
"More than a week." He answer.
Me and Mr. Razak stuns hearing his confession. I don't know whether I can bear a whole weeks without food. Even for a few hours, I already begging for food.
"So where do you live, uncle?" Ask Mr. Razak while he's munching the crab flesh.
"I'm living at the alley behind the shops at town. With my wife and children." He answer.
"Oh you have a wife and children too? How many your children is?" 
"I have three children. They are still young."
"Wait. So all this time, your childrens haven't eaten for a weeks?" Ask Mr.Razak curious. I can't feels how the children is now whose not being eaten for a weeks. It's much be harsh.
"Oh no. We've prioritised our children well being. Me and my wife's willing to starved as long as our children's have something to eat."
Me and Mr. Razak look at the old man's face. He and his wife's has sacrificed themselves with hunger for the sakes of their children. 
Nobody wants to see their children's starved. Except my Mom's. 
"It's okay, uncle. Just eat whatever we have here. Later I'll give you extra foods to bring home for your wife's and children." I said to him. He's smiling and said thanks you.
While we eating and have a litle conversation, there's a voice coming from a stairs.
"Hmmm... something smells nice." 
I am shocks when seeing Intan who comes down from her room. She's hungry too, that's why she's comes down when she's smells the fragrances of all this dishes. 
"Who's cooking all this? It's really raise my appetite." Says Intan while watching the crabs that I'm holding. 
"I'm the one who's cooked all this." I answer.
She's just frowns her eyebrows. Seems like unbelievable what I just said.
"Eerr.. who is this, Aidan?" Ask Intan when she's see the old man who's sitting beside us.
"This is Mr. Razak, my teacher and this is uncle." I introduce to her.
Mr. Razak raise his hand and smiles to Intan. 
"Who's this disgusting dirty looking uncle? Who let him in?" She's looks disgust with the old man.
Me and Mr. Razak just stuns hearing that from Intan. The old man stops from munch his food and put down the foods that his almost put inside his mouth. His looks sad by hearing that too.
"Intan, it's not nice saying that. I'm the one who letting him in. He's hungry." I kind a like disagree with Intan who's insulting the old man.
"It's my mouth. I can say whatever I like. And it's true. His is very disgusting." The old man just look down on the food. I just can't believe what Intan just said. It's really rude.
"I'm losing my appetites after seeing this disgusting dirty old man. I can't wait to tell this to Mom's" said Intan who then leaving us there. I was like disbelief with her behaviour. This is sick.
"It's better that I leave now. Thanks to both of you who giving me all this food. I'm really thankful to both of you." I can see that he's was really hurts by the profanity from Intan.
"It's okay, uncle. Just finish your food. Don't mind her. She's probably just not having so much thoughts before she's talk. A lot of people's does." Mr. Razak trying to calm the old man who now starting to weep in tears.
"Yes, that's right uncle. Please finish your food before you leave. I've made all this just for you." I added.
The old man starting to calm down and continue to eat the foods infront of him. But his eating is not like before, his enthusiastic towards foods change. Probably due to Intan words that's making him hurts.
"Thank god. This is amazing, Aidan." Mr. Razak praising me once all the foods on the table finished. The old man also smiling satisfaction after is belly filled with foods. I just smiles to Mr. Razak.
"Both of you, thanks alot for this. I don't know how to say this, but I'm really thankful to meet both of you." The old suddenly burst his tears. Mr. Razak then hold his hands.
"No worries, uncle. I also need to say sorry for my mom's behaviour towards you." I added.
Mr. Razak caressing my hair. His proud face showing at me. My face's blushing since he's the only one that keep on praising me. It will be nice if I'm his son. I will never get bored to be praising from him, everyday.
"I have to get back. Thanks alot for today. I'll really appreciate all of this. Both of you treat me well and I believed that both of your are a good person." Said the old man who then get up from his sit and ready to leave the house.
"Wait for awhile, uncle. I have something for you." 
The old man stops his walk when he heard his name called. Mr. Razak just frowns at me wonder what I'm talking about.
Without delay, I ran to the kitchen and then pulling out my brush from my pocket and starts to imagine something. This is something that I've never done before but I hope it works.  
I then draw a picture of a covered pot in the air and pushing it down once finish. Then I put my hands on the lid and I pray. 
I pray that this magical pot will bring happiness to the old man. 
Then I run to both of them while holding the pot towards Mr Razak and the old man who is still nearby dining tables at the living room. 
"Well, uncle. Please take this and bring to your family. I'm hoping your life will be better soon."
Mr. Razak looked at me with a strange face.
"What is in the pot, Aidan? I'm curious."
Mr. Razak curious about what is contain on the pot and ask about it. I'm telling him that it's a secret. He just smile as reply since I think he knows waht I'm talking about. I can feel that Mr. Razak is really understanding me. 
The old man the took the pot and he's started crying.
"Thank god. Thanks for all this. May God have mercy on you both." He sniffing and try to contains his tears. 
He then try to open the lid to look inside what it's contain. But I stopped him before he manage to open it.
"Uncle, open the lid later when you get home. If you open it now, the magics will be gone." 
"In god willing, whatever you wishes for, it will definitely come true." I added.
He just nodded and then continued to thanks me and Mr. Razak.
"Your welcome, uncle. Walk home safe."
The old man then started to walked away from the house while carrying the pot that was given to him.
"Haha, see you guys. The rich people just gave the pot to the man?" One of the man outside the house laughing while pointing to the old man who just left the house.
"How bad that is. This is a stingy rich people."
All the people who were still standing outside kept talking to each other. Mr. Razak just smiled hearing it.
"Let them say what ever they wants, Aidan. As long as we gave it to him sincerely. Alright Aidan, I need go back home now."
I just nodded and greeted while kissing Mr. Razak's hand. He then caressed my head lovingly.
"You take good care of yourself."
I just look at him passing through the crowd standing in front of my house. When Mr. Razak's shadow disappeared behind the crowd, I closed the door of my house.