On a cold Thanksgiving evening, Brenda was dragging herself home after a long shift when she noticed a grandmother and her young grandson walking toward her car. They looked tired, nervous, and hopeful all at once. The grandmother explained softly that her wallet had been stolen and asked if Brenda could help the little boy get something to eat.
Brenda didn’t hesitate.
She brought them into the store, bought them warm food, and added extra groceries so they wouldn’t go hungry later. Their gratitude was overwhelming. And when Brenda learned they had no way to get home, she paid for their bus tickets without a second thought.
That night, Thanksgiving at Brenda’s house was warm and full of laughter—but her mind kept drifting back to the grandmother and the little boy. She silently hoped their journey had taken them somewhere safe.
A week later, her husband called her at work with a voice that was calm but shaken:
“Brenda… you need to come home. Someone is here to see you.”
When she walked into her living room, a man stood up and introduced himself as Matthew.
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