Una chica de la calle suplica: “Entierren a mi hermana” – La respuesta del millonario viudo te sorprenderá-nhuy
Austin, he said in a soft voice. Nora gave a small smile. Austin, why are you sitting here alone? Are you waiting for someone? Austin looked down at his small hands.
He rubbed his fingers together. Then he said quietly, I’m hungry. Nora’s eyes softened the moment she heard those words.
She looked at the boy with pity. Something about him felt deeper than hunger. It felt like he was hiding a painful truth, but she could see he was truly starving.
Without asking more questions, she stood up quickly and walked inside her shop. Let me get him something to eat, she whispered to herself. She scooped some warm food into a plate and brought it outside.
Here, Austin, she said gently. Eat first. Austin’s face brightened a little.
Thank you, auntie, he said, his voice full of gratitude. But instead of eating, Austin lifted his head and asked softly, Auntie, please, do you have nylon or small pack? Nora paused. His request surprised her.
Why, she asked. Austin held the plate close to his chest and said quietly, I want to take it home. Nora’s heart tightened again.
She did not understand anything yet, but she knew the boy was telling the truth. She brushed off her shock and went inside to get a food pack. She returned, repacked the food for him and tied it gently.
Here you go, she said. Hold it well. Austin took the nylon carefully, almost as if he was holding something precious.
Thank you, auntie. Thank you, he said again. Then without warning, he turned and ran off with a sudden urgency on his face.
Nora watched him from the doorway, confused. Why is he in such a hurry, she wondered. What is this boy hiding? Something about Austin did not leave her mind, and from that moment, she knew this little boy’s story was far from ordinary.
Austin ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. When he reached the unfinished building, he slipped inside and closed the wooden board they used as a door. Mommy, I’m back, he whispered.
Vivian lay on the thin mat in the corner. Her eyes were half open. She did not even have the strength to lift her head.
Austin placed the food gently on the mat. Then he rushed to the plastic plates beside the wall. His small hands shook a little as he washed one plate with a little water, trying his best to make it clean.
He scooped some food into the plate and carried it carefully to his mother. Mommy, please eat, he said softly. Vivian looked at him with weak eyes.
She wanted to speak, but her voice failed her. She had not eaten since the day before. Her hands were too weak to lift the spoon.
So Austin knelt beside her and began to feed her little by little. He lifted each spoon slowly. He watched her mouth closely.
He waited for her to swallow before giving her another. Vivian managed to whisper, Thank you, my son. Austin nodded.
Mommy, eat some more, please. When she had eaten enough, he gave her a little water, guiding the cup to her lips so she would not spill it. Then he took a tiny cloth and wiped her mouth gently, the same way she used to wipe his when he was younger.
After taking care of her, he served his own food. He did not sit on the mat. Instead, he went to the other side of the small room and sat on the bare floor.
He ate slowly, his eyes fixed on the open window. He missed school. He missed learning.
He missed running with other children. But ever since his mother fell sick, there was no money for school fees. He had to stop going.
He had to grow up too fast. Later in the evening, Vivian’s strength returned a little. She turned her head toward him.
Austin, she said softly, where did you get the food? Austin sat beside her and held the nylon gently. Mommy, I saw a small food shop by the road. I sat on the bench there because I was tired.
One auntie came out. Her name is Auntie Nora. She saw me and asked my name.
I told her I was hungry, and she went inside and brought food for me. Vivian blinked slowly. Nora, she whispered, you don’t know her before? No, mommy, I don’t know her.
She just helped me. She gave me food, and I told her I want to take it home, so she packed it for me. Vivian’s eyes filled with tears.
God bless her, she whispered. May God lift her up. May she never suffer.
May she never lack. Austin looked at her quietly. Her tears made his small heart squeeze in pain.
He crawled close and wrapped his arms around her. Vivian held her weakly. Mommy, Austin whispered, don’t cry.
I am here. They held each other like that, mother and son, in the quiet room until their eyes closed slowly, and together they fell asleep. Later that evening, Nora walked into her small room after a long and stressful day at the shop.
She dropped her bag on the wooden chair and sat down with a tired sigh. Her legs hurt, her back ached, but she still reached for her bag again and brought out the few notes she made that day. She pulled a big saving box from beside her shelf.
It was old and had a tiny opening at the top. She slipped the money inside, one note at a time. As the notes dropped inside the box, she whispered, please grow, please grow.
She needed the money. Her rent was high, her school plans were waiting, her life was not standing still, but her wallet was. When she finished, she pushed the wooden piggy box back into its corner and lay down on her thin mattress.
She stared at the ceiling quietly. The room was hot and the bulb flickered weakly. Her mind filled with thoughts.
How will I pay rent next month? When will I have enough to go back to school? Why is life like this? Her eyes became wet. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and forced herself to breathe slowly. Then suddenly she remembered something that made her pause.
Austin. She thought of the boy who sat at her shop earlier that day. His small hands, his quiet voice, and especially his eyes.
Eyes that looked like they carried a sad secret. Nora sat up a little. That child is hiding something, she whispered.
Something he is afraid to say. She remembered how he asked for a nylon to take food home. She remembered how he ran off so fast.
And she remembered how thin he looked. She wondered, he is too small to be walking alone like that. She lay back slowly, her mind still on Austin.
A small smile touched her lips. At least I helped him today, she said softly. I hope he is fine.
She hoped he would come again. She hoped to ask him questions. She hoped to understand what he was passing through.
As these thoughts filled her heart, her eyes became heavy. Nora turned to one side, hugged her pillow, and let sleep pull her in. Early the next morning, Austin stepped out of the unfinished building again.
His clothes were the same, his stomach was empty, his eyes looked tired, but he still whispered to himself, I must find food for me and mommy. He began walking by the roadside, moving from one person to another. Please, auntie, help me with some money, he said to a woman carrying a handbag.
She looked at him from head to toe and frowned. Go away, she snapped, waving her hand. Austin moved to a man beside a parked car.
Sir, please help me with food. The man did not even look at him. He opened his car door and drove off.
Austin walked to another man. Please, uncle, I am hungry. I don’t have, the man said sharply.
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