Not everyone understood. I caught glances from neighbors. Some whispered. Others shrugged. A few even questioned why I bothered.
“Isn’t it the city’s job to take care of people like that?” one person asked.
She never asked for more than what I gave her. Never made demands. Never assumed.
Yet in that small daily ritual, something larger bloomed.
She found comfort in the consistency. I found purpose in the practice. We didn’t need long conversations or grand expressions. Her quiet smile each evening said everything.
When a Stranger Becomes Family
Then one day, she wasn’t there.
The sidewalk where she usually sat was empty. The silence, heavier.
Later that evening, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. I hesitated before answering.
A soft voice spoke. “Is this [my name]? This is the county’s office. We found your number in the belongings of a resident. She listed you as her emergency contact.”
My throat tightened. They meant her.
A Letter That Changed Everything
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