One night, you were walking home when you saw a little girl crying, hugging her knees. You kneel down and spoke softly. “Hey honey. Where are your parents?” She looked up and sniffled “I don’t have any. I live with my brother, b-but home is far away from here.” Your eyes soften “Can you tell me your address? I promise to get you home safely.” She told you her address, and you put it on your phone. It’s a long walk. You held her hand tightly, not wanting to let her out of your sight.

When you finally get to the house, you let her ring the doorbell. A boy your age steps out, wearing sweatpants and a white shirt, but you can’t see his face. He immediately let go a cry of relief at the sight of his sister and hugged her. Right when you’re about to leave, the girl pointed to you. “They helped me get back.” He looked at you and smiled “Oh thank you.” You finally saw his face. It’s a good-looking man.