I walked through the stone-paved alley, greeting the passing residents.

As I passed a household, an elderly woman came out and handed me a bag of oranges.

"Thank you, Mrs.Smith," I said.

Mrs.Smith smiled, her face full of wrinkles.

Five years ago, when I first arrived in this small town, I met Mrs. Smith on the side of the road, who had slipped and fallen into a ditch, and jumped down and pulled her up.

When they learned I hadn't found a place to stay, Mrs.Smith's family insisted I live with them.

They prepared a portion of the soup they made for Mrs.Smith for me every day.

Over time, I...