Her lips trembled. “For Liam and Sophie,” she whispered. “They’re hungry.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Then he picked up the damaged carton and turned back to Emily. “Come with me. Let’s get you something warm to eat.”
A Story That Needed to Be Heard
At a small café down the block, Emily sat across from him, her hands still shaking as she sipped hot chocolate. Slowly, she told him everything — about her mother’s passing, her father’s struggle, and her attempt to care for her siblings alone.
Michael listened without interruption. Every word reminded him of his own childhood, when his mother had skipped meals so he and his brother could eat. He had promised himself, back then, that one day he would help children like them — children trying to survive in silence.
“Where do you live?” he finally asked.
“In an old apartment,” Emily said softly. “It’s not nice, but it’s all we have.”
Michael nodded. “Then let’s go see it.”
What He Found at Home
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