This story is about me, and
an Old Age Home.
It is a big building in
Bertrams, Johannesburg.
The walls are colourful,
and it is clean and quiet
inside. The people that live
there are very old.
My mother took us there
one day.
This Old Age Home is my
happy place!
I become happy whenever
I see old people and can
help them.
One day I went there and I
washed some of the old
people's hair.
I also served them food.
Some of the old people
were scary, but it still
made me happy to be
there.
There was this old angry
lady who didn't want
anybody to help her. She
would start shouting.
There was another old
lady, I held her hands and
she didn't want to let go.
Her hands were soft and
warm.
She had the same name
as my sister, Aisha.
Old people make me
happy. They have stories
of past times which I will
never know.
Abduragmaan Fortune - My Happy place
