💖 David and Laura Bennett had employed their devoted housekeeper, Anna Collins, for several years. 😍 That day, the couple had gone into town for a meeting. After finishing her chores, Anna sat by the large bay window to rest for a moment. Her eyes were drawn to a frail young boy, dressed in tattered clothes, slowly walking along the property’s fence.
“He looks hungry…” she murmured with compassion. Glancing at the living room’s wall clock, she saw that the Bennetts wouldn’t be home for a while. Without hesitation, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and stepped outside.
“What’s your name?” she asked gently as she approached the boy, who seemed lost in thought.
“Ethan,” he replied in a faint voice, eyes cast down.
“Well, Ethan, come with me. I’ve just baked a warm apple pie. Would you like a slice?”The boy didn’t hesitate for a second. His empty stomach answered for him.
In the kitchen, Anna cut a generous slice of pie and placed it in front of him.
“This is delicious!” said Ethan between bites, his eyes shining.
“My mom used to make the same…”
“Where is she now?” Anna asked softly. The boy paused, then replied in a quiet voice:
“I don’t know. She disappeared. I’m still looking for her.”
“Eat, sweetheart. You’ll find her one day. I’m sure of it,” she answered tenderly.Suddenly, the front door clicked shut. David and Laura had just come home. Anna jumped.
“Who’s this child?” David asked as he walked into the kitchen, surprised.
“He was hungry. I let him in and gave him something to eat,” she replied calmly.“And you invite strangers in without even telling us?” he said, somewhat sharply.
Ethan’s eyes welled with tears. He slowly stood up.
“I’ll go… Sorry,” he murmured, placing his pie slice down.But Laura stepped forward, her gaze soft:
“Wait a moment. Tell me, where are you from?”Unlike her husband, Laura had always had a tender heart. Her gentleness was sometimes criticized, but it was what made her special.
“I live with my grandfather… but he’s harsh. He yells a lot. Sometimes he hits me. So I ran away,” Ethan admitted, pulling a worn, folded photograph from his pocket.
“These are my parents. We used to live together…” he said, handing the photo to the couple.
Laura felt her heart stop. In the picture…
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David and Laura Bennett had employed their devoted housekeeper, Anna Collins, for several years. That day, the couple had gone into town for a meeting. After finishing her chores, Anna sat by the large bay window to rest for a moment. Her eyes were drawn to a frail young boy, dressed in tattered clothes, slowly walking along the property’s fence.
“He looks hungry…” she murmured with compassion. Glancing at the living room’s wall clock, she saw that the Bennetts wouldn’t be home for a while. Without hesitation, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and stepped outside.
“What’s your name?” she asked gently as she approached the boy, who seemed lost in thought.
“Ethan,” he replied in a faint voice, eyes cast down.
“Well, Ethan, come with me. I’ve just baked a warm apple pie. Would you like a slice?”
The boy didn’t hesitate for a second. His empty stomach answered for him.
In the kitchen, Anna cut a generous slice of pie and placed it in front of him.
“This is delicious!” said Ethan between bites, his eyes shining.
“My mom used to make the same…”
“Where is she now?” Anna asked softly. The boy paused, then replied in a quiet voice:
“I don’t know. She disappeared. I’m still looking for her.”
“Eat, sweetheart. You’ll find her one day. I’m sure of it,” she answered tenderly.
Suddenly, the front door clicked shut. David and Laura had just come home. Anna jumped.
“Who’s this child?” David asked as he walked into the kitchen, surprised.
“He was hungry. I let him in and gave him something to eat,” she replied calmly.
“And you invite strangers in without even telling us?” he said, somewhat sharply.
Ethan’s eyes welled with tears. He slowly stood up.
“I’ll go… Sorry,” he murmured, placing his pie slice down.
But Laura stepped forward, her gaze soft:
“Wait a moment. Tell me, where are you from?”
Unlike her husband, Laura had always had a tender heart. Her gentleness was sometimes criticized, but it was what made her special.
“I live with my grandfather… but he’s harsh. He yells a lot. Sometimes he hits me. So I ran away,” Ethan admitted, pulling a worn, folded photograph from his pocket.
“These are my parents. We used to live together…” he said, handing the photo to the couple.
Laura felt her heart stop. In the picture, she immediately recognized their daughter, Emily.
“David… Look. It’s our daughter…”
David took the photo, stunned.
“Ethan… Where did you get this photo?”
“It was at my grandfather’s. There was an address written on the back… I came here. I thought maybe I’d find my mom,” he explained, tears in his eyes.
“He says she abandoned me… but I’m not so sure.”
Laura was overwhelmed. She remembered the day Emily had left with a street artist named Marco. For years, no news… until she reappeared briefly, only to tragically die in an accident. Since then, the house had echoed with silence.
“And your father?” David asked.
“He died. Six months ago,” Ethan replied.
The couple stood frozen. Their grandson was standing right there, in front of them. The emptiness they’d felt for years suddenly began to fill.
“Come, Ethan… I’ll show you your room,” Laura said with a gentle smile.
“Will my mom come back?” he asked.
“Your mommy is with your daddy now…” she said, her voice trembling.
The boy’s face turned pale.
A few weeks later, the adoption process was complete. The grandfather, informed, didn’t resist. He knew the child would be in good hands.
As for Anna, she felt fulfilled. Thanks to one simple act of kindness, she had helped a family rebuild. Slowly, Ethan was no longer the boy in rags. He became a well-mannered, well-dressed young boy — and most importantly, surrounded by love.
