اینکتاب قصه دختر کوچکی بهنام سپیده است که وقتی متوجه بیماری پیرمرد رفتگر محلهشان میشود با پولهای تو جیبی خود برای او شال و کلاه پشمی میخرد و در یک روز طوفانی منتظر اوست تا بیاید...
The sound of howling wind comes from the alley. But the sound of the old man's broom still doesn't come, I get worried, I say to myself: maybe he forgot to come sweep the street today. Today, it has been windy and stormy since morning and so many dry leaves and broken branches have fallen in the alley