Grief still weighed heavily when I met Kira at the cemetery. The blind widow had been waiting hours for sons who never returned to pick her up after her husband’s burial. Walking her home seemed like a small kindness – until her sons accused me of robbery the next day.
At the police station, Kira remained calm. “Check the cameras Samuel installed,” she told officers. The footage revealed her sons stealing money and jewelry moments after I’d left. Their arrest shocked me, but Kira wasn’t surprised. “They’ve always been this way,” she confessed.
What began as a chance meeting grew into something precious. Our weekly visits became the highlight of both our weeks. Kira often said I was the daughter she never had, while she became like family to me – proof that sometimes the people we need most enter our lives in the most unexpected ways.
