John took one can of condensed milk from his bag and called out to her, "wait, Auntie! please take this. please take this can of condensed milk."
"Bless you, my son," said the pregnant woman. After thanking him, she went off in a different direction
we continued along the same trail as before. I praised John's kind heart. He had brought two cans of condensed milk especially for his uncle but he given one away to a complete stranger
In John's reply, I heard both pride and happiness. "In my family. we were taught to do this, especially me. My mother taught us that if we are carrying food with us when we see a pregnant woman, we must give her a share. No matter how much or how little, we must give her some of it. It's our tradition. Many people in this village do it.