Moonlight came in through the window of the cabin, giving the room a dim glow. Oliver was reading a book in bed when he heard his grandmother Angela’s voice.
“Oliver, honey, dinner is ready,” she said. “Quickly!”
“Not now, Grandma,” Oliver said with a sigh. “I was there when it was the best!”
Oliver was very interested in how the story he was reading went on. As it got darker, he lit a candle on his bedside table and didn’t want to stop reading, but he had to go downstairs for dinner.
When it came to adventure books, the boy was a big reader. He read them every night before dinner. He also read them on his way to school, on the bus, and whenever else he could.
His family and the cabin he lived in were both small. Angela, her grandmother, and Eva, her younger sister, made up the group. His mother died of cancer a number of years ago, and after that, his father left them.
When Oliver sat down at the table, everyone held hands, said a prayer, and then started to eat. He told them about the detective story he was reading while he was eating. His excitement was easy to catch.
As Oliver talked excitedly about the books he was reading, Angela felt sorry for him. They didn’t have much money, and she was sad that the money he gave her for lunch went to buy those books.
At one point, she wanted to look for another job so Oliver wouldn’t have to skip lunch, but Eva was too young and needed someone to take care of her. Also, she wasn’t in the best shape health-wise.
So, every night, as Oliver told the stories he read, she smiled with a heavy heart. I wished I could be a better grandmother and give him a lot more.
After dinner that night, Oliver helped Angela clean up, and then he went back to his books and fell asleep while reading.
The next day, Oliver was again reading on the bus when he heard a fight. He looked up. The bus driver was yelling at a woman with thick black glasses who was pleading with him to let her on.
She told the driver, “I was in a hurry when I left the house, and I think I lost my wallet.” “I have to go to the hospital to see my daughter, who is there!”
The driver told her, “You’d better get off, ma’am.” “I can’t stand it when people lie to get out of paying the fare!”
“Sir, I’m telling the truth,” the old woman said. “Please help me. When we get to the hospital, I’ll have someone pay you!” she begged him.
The driver yelled at her, “GET OUT!” “I’ve heard that reason before, so don’t bother me!”
The older woman knew she couldn’t convince the driver of anything, so she was about to get out and face the cold winds blowing through the city when Oliver stopped her.
Oliver said, “I’ll pay her three dollars’ worth of fare.” “Please come with me, ma’am. You don’t have to leave.”
Oliver helped the old blind woman sit down next to him and paid her fare. When he got back to his seat, he asked her if she was okay, and she gave him a smile in response.
The woman said, “Thank you so much.” “You sound like a little boy! Your voice is so sweet!”
“I’m big!” he said with pride. “And I’m called Oliver. What did your daughter do?”
“Hello, my name is Mary,” she said. “My daughter just had a baby, and I have to go see her. Oliver, thank you for your help today.”
Oliver said, “It wasn’t a problem, Mary,” but it would be a problem for him. He had been saving the money he just used for the ticket to buy the next book in the series he was reading. But he had no choice but to help her.
Mary asked Oliver, “Where are you going?”
The boy told Oliver that he was going to school, and they talked for a while until they got to Oliver’s stop.
Mary was a good friend to Oliver. He thought of his grandmother when he saw her. When he told her he liked books, she listened as patiently as Angela did.
“I’ll talk about her to Grandma. As he walked to school, he thought, “She’ll be proud of what I did.”
So he did it. That night, Oliver didn’t talk about his books. Instead, he talked about Mary and the good thing he had done for her.
Angela told Oliver, “What you did was so nice!” “That was a very nice thing to do!”
Oliver didn’t know that he would soon meet Mary’s son. So he was confused when a tall man showed up at his door the next morning.
“Are you Oliver?” asked the man
Oliver answered, “Yes, it’s me,” when Eva and Angela joined him at the door.
Angela asked, “How can we help you?” “Have you heard of Oliver?”
He gave a smile.
“I’m Javier. Yesterday, Oliver helped my mom, so I wanted to thank him. With the information he gave her, I was able to find the address without much trouble. He looked at the boy and said, “I got you something.” “Hold on a sec.”
He went to his car and came back with a box of books.
Oliver was shocked when he saw the books. “I can’t believe it!” he said. “Didn’t Mary say that I love to read?”
Javier nodded. “Of course she did, and I hope her surprise was fun for you!”
“You must have paid a lot more for those books than Oliver did. “We can’t take them,” Angela said in a very sorry tone.
Oliver said in a sad voice, “It’s true, Javier.” “For $3, you can’t buy that many books!
Javier told Oliver, “You can keep them all.” “I’m not sure if your grandson told you everything that happened yesterday,” he said, looking at Angela. “But my mother wouldn’t have been able to visit my sister without his help.”
So, I beg you, please, let me do this. This child’s kind actions deserve to be noticed and rewarded.”
In the end, he was able to persuade Angela to take the books, which Oliver was very happy about because they were a real treasure for him.
“Mary is my favorite! Please tell her that I loved the books and that I’m very grateful.” said the boy.
“I’ll do it, amigo!” Javier said with a smile. “That will make her very happy to hear.”
Soon after that, Javier had a delicious cup of raspberry tea with cookies that Angela had made. He also saw that they were having trouble with the electricity and decided to do something about it. Everyone agreed tհat it was a very special day.