One autumn morning, I found a broken phone on my way to the bakery. Curiosity led me to call a number marked “Daughter,” and a scared little girl, Julie, explained her mother had been missing for a day, leaving her alone in a wheelchair.
I rushed to help, and we found her in a neglected apartment.
After confirming Julie’s mom, Victoria, was in the hospital, I promised to help.
With donations, Julie got the surgery she needed. Months later, Julie walked for the first time. Victoria and I grew close, and eventually, we fell in love, forming a family I never expected.
