On a sunny day, in centre city, I’m waiting for my girlfriend and taking pictures with a Polaroid camera. A charming lady in her forties comes up to me and asks: 
‘How much for a photo?’
‘Oh, I'm not doing this for money’, said I. 
Three young women waited behind her, chatting. ‘It's my daughter’s birthday,’ she says, ‘could you take a photo of the girls, for her to remember this day? I'll pay.’
‘Dear, I couldn’t take money from you. But I’d love to take their picture. It shall be a gift.’
Like my mother, she made an impression of a steel solid woman with a heart full of love. You know, you have to cherish their hearts.