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A Boy at My Door: A Meeting That Touched My Heart
On a cool autumn evening, I suddenly heard a soft knock at my front door. š When I opened it, a small, skinny boy stood before meādressed in tattered clothes, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He looked no older than eight. āCan I have some water?ā he asked in a quiet voice.šµāš«
I nodded and invited him in. As he drank, I studied him with concern. āWhatās your name? Where are your parents?ā I asked gently.ā¤ā¤ His answer sent shivers down my spine.ā¤ā¤ Full story in the commentsš

The boy hesitated before answering: āMy name is Leo. My uncle sent me away because he canāt take care of me anymore.ā
His words struck me deeply. I didnāt want to scare him further, so I offered him a warm meal and clean clothes. After eating, he looked at me with a cautious smileāfor the first time, I saw hope in his eyes.

As he rested, I reached out to a friend who worked in social services. She promised to come as soon as possible. When she arrived, she spoke gently with Leo and learned that he had been living on the streets for days.
Fortunately, after an intense search, they managed to find his mother. She had been desperately looking for him but had been in a difficult situation herself. Now, she was ready to give him a safe home again.

The moment Leo saw his mother again was indescribable. She knelt before him, tears in her eyes, and held him tightly in her arms. I could feel the gratitude in her gaze and knew that Leo finally had a family again.
A few months later, I received a message from her. She wrote that Leo was happy and doing well in school. This encounter didnāt just change his lifeāit taught me how important it is to be there for one another in difficult times.
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