On a stormy October night, young and exhausted Celia spotted a man shivering alone at a crumbling bus stop.
Though wary, something urged her to help.
She offered him warmth—a bowl of soup, dry clothes, and a place to sleep.
hThe man, James, was quiet and worn down, but grateful.
By morning, Celia gave him bus fare and wished him well. He promised, “One day,
I’ll repay your kindness.”Years rolled by. Celia’s life became a blur of work, motherhood,
and survival. That rainy night faded into memory—until a knock came at her door,
