I was at the Boy's Brigade headquaters at eight in the morning. Although I had to get up early in order to be on time, it was for a good reason. I was there to pack food. The food would go to charity. When I got there, we immediately picked up a few bags containing the food and took a hired bus to the community centre.
There we made friends with a few old people and brought them with us as we did not speak in the same dialect as the people we were doing charity for. We needed them to translate what they were trying to say. When we reached the void deck of the HDB apartment block that we were going to give out the food, we were split into two teams. We were then sent up with three bags of food each. One for each house. The owner of the first house we went to did not want to accept the food as he did not cook and the food that we were giving out were all packed in cans.
The owner of the next house we went to greeted us with a wide smile and invited us in. He graciously accepted the food and thanked us. After that we told him that we had to continue giving out the food and left. The owner of the last house was not in and we had to visit them at another time.
After we told the person in charge about the houses that the bags of food were not delivered to, we took the bus back to the headquarters and helped out with the rest of the boys there. It was a tiring day but it was worth the effort.
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