That night, the cold felt sharper than usual, the kind that makes you rush home without looking twice at anything around you. I had just finished a long shift, my mind full of everyday worries—bills, work, and helping my daughter with school. As I passed a small food stand glowing under the streetlight, I noticed a man standing nearby with…
That night, the cold felt sharper than usual, the kind that makes you rush home without looking twice at anything around you. I had just finished a long shift, my mind full of everyday worries—bills, work, and helping my daughter with school. As I passed a small food stand glowing under the streetlight, I noticed a man standing nearby with a dog pressed close to him for warmth. There was something about the way they stood there—quiet, patient—that made me stop. I almost kept walking, but something inside me told me not to.
