For Two Decades, He Scavenged for Me
Language: en
The new homeless man was always staring at me. He was filthy, and I always tried to avoid him. But every day, he’d give me the weather forecast. On my birthday, he bought me a Happy Meal. He wasn’t a bad guy. I started helping him collect cans and bottles. The little money he made, he spent at a print shop. Curious, I followed him one day. He was printing missing person flyers. "If my Lulu were alive," he said, his voice thick with sorrow, "she'd be about your age." His daughter had been abducted by traffickers when she was three years old.