The journey to the river and back took more than fifteen minutes, and on his tenth run, Alec was feeling exhausted. He poured the water into the drum and took a little break. He was sweating profusely, and the fact that the sun was high only made him transpire even further.
"What are you doing?" The man asked with a stern voice when he saw Alec sitting on the bench. "I'm resting. This is my tenth run, and I'm feeling..."
"Did I tell you that you should take a break?" The old man interrupted him. Alec stood up and took the bucket. "I'm sorry sir", he said and headed back to the river.
Alec didn't know why the old man was hard to him. He felt that he was treating him this way due to his background as a 'white' person. It was understandable, but that doesn't mean that it was okay.
