I sat in a cafe when a middle-aged man entered the vicinity, yelling into the phone quoting figures up to millions.

His gaze was cold but an old lady gave him the brightest smile, like a child, excited to visit Disney Land.

"Ma," he uttered engulfing her. She gleefully gestured him to sit and handed him a woollen sweater as tears welled up in his eyes.

I turned away unwilling to invade their privacy. I fished out my phone and hastily pressed it against my ear.

"Hello, my little Pumpkin," a voice said and I found myself at peace.