“We looked around in the crowd of people and stopped at the sight of a small booth.This small booth was quite different; it was just a big piece of cloth on the ground with a few fresh-looking oranges. We walked toward the booth and saw a young girl sitting on a stool, reading next to the booth. Her mind seemed to have whirled into the story, because she didn’t even notice us when we walked toward her….” —  click Honesty by Zhang He

My father cleared his throat and asked, “How much are the oranges?”. Illustration by Natalie Chin. Click image for story.