l while he kept giving out his luscious fruits to us as usual. As time went by, we\rseemed to be more a family than good friends. But one summer, we were informed that he was seriously\rill and we were anxious and restless, feeling like sitting on pins and needles. We rushed straight to the\rhospital to see his health condition. Weak as he was, he comforted us that it wasnt a big deal.\rThe next winter, word got around that Old Man Donovan had died. Hearing the bad news, I felt a\rlump in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. The wind whistled through the trees, as if mourning for the\rdeath of Donovan. I realized gone were the days when we sat together chatting with each other.\rHowever, he left us a hidden treasure*H*his kind heart, which shall never die away with the passage of\rtime.