“Sweet Service,” Friend, Sept. 2009, 15
One day I went to the bank with my mom and dad. The bank teller gave me a lollipop. In the line next to us was a little girl who did not get a lollipop. She stared at me as I enjoyed my candy. I felt bad for her because I thought she wanted a lollipop too. My mom asked the bank teller for another lollipop, and then I gave it to the girl. She was happy, and I felt happy too.