
It was a chilly autumn afternoon in Madrid when eleven-year-old Marcos wandered past the neighborhood dumpsters, searching for empty bottles he could sell.
His mother, Anna, worked as a cleaner, and money was always tight. As he walked along a stylish street, something unusual caught his eye: a man in an expensive suit tossing a leather jacket into a trash bin.
“Excuse me, sir, may I take that jacket? My mom is cold,” he asked softly.
The man didn’t even glance at him, waving him off before getting into a sleek black car. Marcos carefully lifted the jacket, thrilled to surprise his mother. At home, Anna scolded him at first. Continue reading…