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. 🙂 When I opened it, a small, skinny boy stood before me—dressed in tattered clothes, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He looked no older than eight. “Can I have some water?” he asked in a quiet voice.😵💫
I nodded and invited him in. As he drank, I studied him with concern. “What’s your name? Where are your parents?” I asked gently.․․ His answer sent shivers down my spine.․․ Full story in the comments👇
The boy hesitated before answering: “My name is Leo. My uncle sent me away because he can’t take care of me anymore.”
His words struck me deeply. I didn’t want to scare him further, so I offered him a warm meal and clean clothes. After eating, he looked at me with a cautious smile—for 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 didn’t just change his life—it taught me how important it is to be there for one another in difficult times.
