07/07/2025
âEvery day, he searched through my trash can. đľâđŤ But one day, he knocked on my door and handed me a note that changed my entire life.â âď¸đ
â That boy by the dumpster again! â Marta muttered, peeking out the window. â Same thing every day. Donât his parents see what heâs doing?
Down below, a boy of about ten was methodically turning over garbage bags with a stick, as if looking for something specific. His face was dirty, sleeves rolled up, hair messy. And his expression â focused, almost adult-like.
Marta rolled her eyes but couldnât look away for long â her heart gave a little ache. An hour later, she went out herself with a bag and approached him:
â What are you looking for, sweetheart?
The boy looked up and blinked, surprised.
â Metal. Sometimes⌠something useful.
â What for?
â For us. Thereâs three of us. Me, Mom, and the cat. Momâs work is unstable... I help.
He didnât ask for anything. Just looked her in the eye â honestly, directly. She nodded and left.
That evening, for the first time in years, Marta made soup â real soup, not from a packet, but like she used to in her youth â with heart. She poured it into a jar, wrapped it in an old bag, and left it by the door.
The next day â again. The boy would simply nod in quiet gratitude. Sometimes he left her small notes with drawings on the bench. One had the two of them â she and him. Signed: âThank you.â
âď¸ One day, he knocked on her door. In his hands, he held a crumpled envelope that changed my lifeâŚ
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