There was an old man who was admitted in a hospital.
A young man was visits him every day, and sits with him for more than one hour. He helps him eat his food, and to take his shower.
Then he takes him walking in the garden of the hospital.
After that he brings him back to his room and helps him to lie down.
He goes away after reassuring himself that the old man is doing well.
One day the nurse entered his room, to give him medicine and inspect his condition, and said to him:
“May the Lord be always gracious to your kind and caring son. Every day he visits you and shows great care.”
The old man looked at her and closed his eyes and said to her:
“I wish it was one of my children. This is an orphan from the neighborhood where we live. I met him one day in the past, crying at the door of a Mosque, after his father died. I comforted him and bought for him candy. I neither saw him nor talked to him for a very long time.
When he grew up and came to discover where my wife and I were living. He was visiting us every day to inspect our conditions. When I later fell sick, he took my old wife to his home. He then comes to the hospital to see my treatment everyday. One day I asked him: “My son why do you have to deal with us and care about us?”
He simply smiled and then said: “The taste of the candy is still in my mouth.”