Una chica de la calle suplica: “Entierren a mi hermana” – La respuesta del millonario viudo te sorprenderá-nhuy
Every morning, before the sun rose fully, he stepped out of the unfinished building where he lived with his mother. He would whisper to himself, I must find food today. Mummy needs to eat.
Austin’s mother, Vivian, lay weak inside a small, rough room they made for themselves in an unfinished building. She was fighting kidney disease, and some days she couldn’t even lift her head. Still,
every time Austin stepped out, she tried to smile.
Austin, she whispered softly, please be careful, and come home early. I will, mummy, Austin would always reply, holding her hand for a few seconds before going out. But life had not always been this difficult…
Years before he was born, it was different. Vivian had once been a cheerful young woman. She owned a small provision shop, a business she started right after graduating from university.
She sold rice, beans, milk, bread, and small snacks. Her shop helped her pay her bills and gave her hope for a bright future. Back then, she was also in love.
The man’s name was Gabriel. They met in school. He was smart, gentle, and full of dreams.
He wanted to travel abroad to get his master’s degree. He even got a scholarship, but he didn’t have money to process his travel documents. Vivian believed in him so much that she used almost all her savings to support him.
She told him, Gabriel, don’t worry, one day everything will work out. He always replied, thank you, Vivian, I promise I will make you proud. When Gabriel finally got the money he needed, he traveled abroad.
They called each other every day. Vivian would laugh when she heard his voice. She was sure their future was bright.
But then something changed. Two weeks after he arrived abroad, his calls suddenly stopped. Vivian tried calling him again and again.
She worried. She cried. She prayed.
Why can’t I reach him? She kept asking herself. No answer came. Then in another two weeks, she started noticing some changes in her body.
She felt weak. She felt sick. She felt different.
She went to the hospital and the doctor told her she was pregnant. Vivian stared at the doctor. Pregnant, she whispered.
How, how will I take care of this child alone? But she made her choice. She kept the pregnancy. And months later, she gave birth to a boy.
She named him Austin. As Austin grew, he became a bright, happy child. When he started kindergarten, Vivian worked hard to pay his school fees and bought him small toys whenever she could.
They weren’t rich, but they were happy. Then everything fell apart again. When Austin turned four, Vivian started feeling very tired.
At first, she thought it was stress, but it got worse. Her legs felt heavy. Her stomach felt weak.
Sometimes she felt like she would fall. One morning, Vivian tried to stand up and get a little water, but her legs were too weak and she almost fell. Austin quickly grabbed her clothes with his tiny hands.
Mommy, what’s wrong? Austin asked, his eyes wide. Vivian forced a small smile. Sorry, dear.
Mommy’s just tired. Don’t mind me. Austin looked at her, confused but worried.
Mommy, sit down, he said softly. But deep down, Vivian knew something was wrong. She went to the hospital.
After many tests, the doctor sat with her. Vivian, he said gently, you have kidney failure. You need a transplant.
And until then, you need dialysis two times a week. Vivian felt tears in her eyes. How much will all this cost, doctor, she asked.
The doctor sighed. A lot. And you must travel abroad for the transplant.
Vivian tried. She tried with everything she had. But dialysis was too expensive.
Slowly, within the space of two years, her savings disappeared. She sold her freezer. She sold her small furniture.
Even after all that, it was not enough. She could not pay rent anymore. She could not pay Austin’s school fees.
So he had to stop school. She and Austin were forced to leave their house. She cried as she carried her son out of the place they once called home.
They moved into a small dusty corner of an unfinished building. She cleaned it the best she could and made it their new home. Now, with no shop and no money left, with Vivian lying helpless on the floor at home, Austin, only six years old, had no choice but to walk the streets every day, begging, hoping someone would give him a little money or food to take home.
One morning, as he walked with his tiny feet under the hot sun, he held his small stomach and whispered, Mommy must not go hungry today. I must find something, anything. Austin kept walking slowly along the busy roadside.
Cars and bikes passed beside him. He moved carefully, looking left and right. He walked up to a woman holding a nylon bag.
Auntie, please, small help, he said softly. The woman looked at him for one second, then shook her head and walked away. Austin swallowed hard and tried again.
He stepped toward a man buying something from a roadside stall. Sir, please, I am hungry. The man waved him off without even turning.
Austin’s small heart squeezed in pain, but he kept walking. He tried another person. Please, Auntie.
But she only frowned and said, I don’t have, before walking away. Some people ignored him like he wasn’t even there. Some stared at him with pity but still walked past without giving anything.
Each rejection felt heavy. He looked down at his feet as he walked. He felt tired, sad, and alone.
But he did not stop. He whispered to himself, Mommy must eat. I must find something.
So he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, took another small step, and kept going. After a short while, he saw a small local roadside food shop. It was a clean and modest place, with smoke rising from a small pot outside.
The sweet smell of food made his stomach growl even more. He walked closer, step by step, almost as if he was afraid someone would chase him away. Beside the shop, he saw a small wooden bench.
Austin sat on it gently. He placed his hands on his tiny knees. His eyes watched the people passing by.
He did not say a word. He only hoped and waited. But unknown to him, his life was about to change in a way he never imagined.
And someone, somewhere, was about to notice him. Inside the small roadside food shop, Nora moved from one table to the other. The shop was hers, a tiny place she had made with her own hands.
It wasn’t big, and it wasn’t fancy, but it was the only thing she had. This shop was her means of survival. She wiped plates.
She served hot food. She greeted her customers with a small smile, even when she felt tired. She was only 25, but she had many heavy responsibilities on her shoulders.
Her rent had increased, her savings were too small, and she wanted to go back to school one day. Every day she worked, she told herself, Nora, don’t give up. Keep trying.
After the morning rush ended, she stood outside with a bowl of soapy water and began washing plates. As she washed, something caught her eye. A little boy was sitting alone on the small bench beside her shop.
His legs were thin, his clothes looked old, but what stopped Nora was his face. His eyes looked tired, yet innocent, almost too quiet for a child. Nora paused.
Who is this boy, she whispered to herself. She dropped the plate into the bowl and slowly walked toward him. When she reached him, she bent a little, trying to meet his eyes.
Hello, she said gently. My name is Nora. What is your name? The boy looked up slowly.
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