2) My 14-Year-Old Son Brought Home a Stranger—an 8-Year-Old Girl—and Said, ‘Please, Help Her’
and heartbroken. They offered to pay me. I refused. “This isn’t charity,” I said. “This is just what people should do.” That evening, we shared soup and stories. For a moment, we weren’t strangers. We were just people trying to do right by a child in pain. Before bedtime, Mia whispered, “Thank you, Aunt Nadia.”…