I TOOK IN A BEGGAR WITH A BABY BECAUSE SHE REMINDED ME OF MY LATE DAUGHTER
I TOOK IN A BEGGAR WITH A BABY BECAUSE SHE REMINDED ME OF MY LATE DAUGHTER — ONE AFTERNOON, I RETURNED HOME EARLIER THAN USUAL.
At 75, my days were quiet, filled with memories of the past. My daughter, Gianna, had passed away three years ago, leaving a hole in my heart. My son, Sebastian, lived far away, and visits were rare. The house felt empty.
One afternoon, leaving the market, I saw a woman sitting by the road with a baby in a worn blanket. Her eyes, filled with sorrow and exhaustion, stopped me in my tracks. Her eyes reminded me of Gianna. I couldn't ignore it.
"Do you need help, dear?" I asked.
"I don't want to be a burden," she said softly.
"Nonsense," I replied. "Come with me."
That's how Julia and her baby, Adam, came into my life. Julia found work, and I cared for Adam. My house felt alive again, filled with laughter.
One afternoon, I returned home earlier than usual. The house was quiet, as Julia was still at work. But when I stepped into my bedroom, my heart sank.
"Julia?" I gasped. "Why?" My voice shook, overwhelmed by the sight.
She crumpled to the floor, sobbing...
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