Ever since I was a kid my parents raised me like this: “Everyone needs help, no matter who they are. But be careful, don’t let them take advantage of your kindness. I knew no other way, always tried to help those around me to the best of my ability. Yes, there were some not very nice people along the way, but they made me stronger and more considerate.
Last year I moved to a small town, I was given a good place in an office. To this day I still work there, the salary is decent, I have no complaints. The staff helped me when I was doing my internship, now they have become my friends to rely on.
In the middle of the week I finally got a day off. On that day I decided to go shopping, I needed to do a lot of shopping. On my way out of the market, I stopped abruptly when a little boy ran into me:
– Uncle, please help us. We don’t have enough money for food!
– Enough already, David!” the older brother came up to the child, as it seemed to me, they looked a lot like each other, “Don’t pester people, I won’t buy you anything anyway. Let’s go!
– But I’m hungry! I haven’t eaten anything in three days and neither have you!
“- Homeless? Or just from a dysfunctional family?” – I thought. – Here, take it,” I held out a bag of food, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy myself some more.
The older child silently shook his head in rejection, took the hand of the younger and began to walk away. He began to stubbornly scream, but it was not the usual crying of a child, but a plea for help.
Something inside me squeezed so hard as I looked after them. As I approached my car, I couldn’t think of anything else to do with those boys. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar silhouette sitting in the middle of the road all alone. People were walking past the poor kid, not paying any attention to him at all.
I thought at first that maybe his brother would be back soon and they would eat. I got in the car, but decided not to go right away, but to wait for a while.
After about half an hour the older kid didn’t show up, I decided to go up to the kid and find out about everything. At first the boy was happy to meet me again, but then he became abruptly quiet, saying that his brother had forbidden him to talk to me. Strange as it may seem, I managed to make the child talk with the help of food.
David is five years old and doesn’t know his parents, because after he was born they disappeared immediately, as he said. All he has left is his older brother Robert.
Robert, by the way, didn’t show up for a very long time while I was chatting with David. We started to get worried and I contacted the police to report these kids. I was able to describe Robert’s approximate facial features and the police took the younger one away. For about a week I was on pins and needles, unable to sleep well, thinking about those boys all the time. Fortunately, I was soon contacted by the number I gave the police just in case.
Robert and David’s parents had already left this world, the older brother was found, he was involved with a not very good company, but they helped him to solve the problem. The boys would be sent to an orphanage, but I was told I had a chance to adopt them.
A few months later I was able to take Robert and David into my home. Despite the fact that I wasn’t married, they trusted me with the children. Still, my salary allowed me to buy them all the things they needed.
The older one started school and had to join a group of teenagers just like him. It wasn’t easy, but I supported him as much as I could. And next year David will go to the first grade.
I don’t regret what I did. I’m glad that fate linked me with them.
