She used to sleep on the sidewalk of the Fifth Street Post Office. I could smell her before I came close. She (wear) dirty clothes and her mouth was nearly toothless. If she was not asleep, she talked to (she). What a poor old lady!
One Thanksgiving, we had lots of food (leave) over. I thought about the old lady. She might be still hungry. So I packed the food up and rode over to the Fifth Street. It was a cold night. There was hardly anyone out. But I knew she would stay at the same place and I would find her (easy). There she was, sitting against a tree near the post office. She (dress) as she always was. I went to her and said, "I've brought you some food. Would you like some turkey and apple pie?"
However, the old woman didn't seem to be very (excite) about this. She looked at me and said, "Oh, thank you very much, but someone (give) me food earlier and I'm quite full now. Why don't you take it to someone else who (need) it?"
Her manners were gracious(亲切的). I was the person who didn't know what (say). An old lady whose life was (bad) than most of us still thought others. Why don't more of us do that?
