The House That Kindness Built
David stood in the pouring rain, his arms wrapped tightly around his two-year-old grandson, Noah. Helpless, he watched as the floodwaters tore apart the home he had built with his own hands.
“Dear Lord, give me strength,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “What do I do now?”
David had spent his entire life enduring hardships. Raised in an orphanage, he had fought for stability, raising a daughter after losing his wife at a young age. He thought that after years of struggle, old age would finally bring him peace.
But the flood took everything.
His house. His belongings. Worst of all, his only daughter and her husband.
If not for Noah’s cries piercing through the storm, the little boy might have been lost too.
As the rain poured, David realized he had no choice. He had to leave.
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