He fed his dogs before himself, but what was in his bag showed something else.
Every morning, I used to pass by him near the metro station—same tree, same worn-out blanket, and the same two dogs curled up in his lap. He never asked for anything. He simply sat there in silence, gently petting their ears while the city bustled past him. But today, something made me stop. I don’t…
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