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I Gave My Last $100 to a Shivering Old Woman in a Wheelchair – The Next Morning, She Was Waiting for Me in a Black Luxury Car
I still don’t know if it was
the kindest moment I’ve ever lived through… or the cruelest twist.
You know the kind where your legs scream, your uniform smells like bleach, and your soul feels like it’s unraveling from the inside out.
My teenage son is smarter than I ever was. It’s just us and our old cat, Tim, in a one-bedroom apartment that smells like old spaghetti and litter half the time.
I work nights. Long ones.
My boy doesn’t complain. Not about the cramped space or the secondhand furniture or the fact that I’m never really awake when I’m home.
But I see it in his eyes sometimes… the worry that I’m breaking myself to keep us afloat.
That morning, I was walking home after a brutal 16-hour shift when something caught my eye near the metro station.
Holiday lights blinked overhead like they were mocking me.
That morning, I was walking home after a brutal
