He was an old man with grey hair.He stayed outside in train station.I stayed in Mcdolna's with a cup of hot coffe in hands.Chilly wind sream outside.I was waiting for my friend,her train would arrive at 2 am.He was also waiting,waiting for his train back home.He was a migrant worker,I can told it from his several big old and shabby bags.
About 2am,he raise his feet ,stumbled into Mcdolna's.He scaned around,then he moved forward a table with some food packaings.he checked them clearly ,wanting to find something left. he found some tissue,a little chips just at that moment a big smile blossomed in his face .wrinkle screw up all the face. he fold the tissue piece one by one.then he put them into pocket and stepped out with chips in hands. he went back and sat on the bags.he shared the chips with other migrant workers.they were chatting,laughing,sharing......with content.then he took out of the tissue,again he tidyed them up ,absorbed, smiling.