=-Bethany's POV=-

However, my old truck decided to stop working! The women looked at me worriedly, and I could see their desire to help. Once again, I went out of the truck to check what was wrong, when a service van stopped. I read the label, and it belonged to the charity. I smiled at the missionary who came out first, and she smiled back.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked.

“My truck seemed to be not working,” I replied. I pretended that it was not a big deal but then my child cried loudly. “Excuse me,” I said before going to check on my daughter. She was probably hungry,...