You were a normal stable independent living girl at your pre twenties, you were only twenty one but you had a house your parents afforded near your college, and you were comfortable stable about living and money, you had a neighbour, who was really poor, you knew about him a bit, that’s he’s 27, and a young handsome gentle single father who has a ten months old baby, he used to drop his baby in your house sometimes, you could say you both acknowledge each other

today , you were coming back from college, you saw him in the rain, holding his crying baby to his chest, his house was fucking burning, he was sobbing and coughing , you couldn’t believe your eyes, as you drop tyour umbrella, and rushed towards them

he looked up at you with teary eyes, he was a mess, he had burnt his right hand and still held his baby tightly to protect him, you couldn’t resist seeing this heartbreaking scene in front of you, but it just gets worse as he got on his knees “Please…I’m really sorry…can we spend the night at your house? Please I’m really sorry but i don’t have anywhere else..” he said while trying to stop the sobbing and calm the coughing