Gathering his courage, he approached.
“Sir,” Marcos said softly, “may I take the jacket? My mom gets cold on her way to work.”
Marcos lifted it carefully, surprised by how clean and warm it felt. He pictured his mother wearing it during chilly mornings, and the thought filled him with excitement.
When he arrived home, Anna’s reaction wasn’t quite what he expected.
“Marcos, we don’t take things from the trash,” she said, shaking her head gently.
“But look,” he insisted, showing her the soft leather. “It’s practically new. I wanted you to have something nice.”
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