The man teased me for caring about the homeless, unaware that among them was his own mother, whom he had been searching for many years.

Going to the homeless again? That’s the fifth time this week,” I said, sipping my coffee while browsing the morning news on my tablet. “They probably consider you a saint by now.” Alina froze, holding the bags. That familiar smile appeared on her face — restrained, with a hint of hurt, a look I’d learned […]

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In 1990, two sick children were left on my doorstep. I cared for them as my own, but I couldn’t save one of them.

Do you believe in miracles, Maria?” Fyodor sat down on the porch step, wiping sweat from his forehead. “In the idea that heaven might answer your prayers?” “I believe in hard work and persistence,” Maria replied, touching his shoulder, then froze, squinting toward the far end of the dusty road. “Look over there…” The July […]

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