Pounding on my door aroused me.
My heart raced when I came from bed, disoriented and anxious. Who could visit so early in the morning – and why did it look like trouble?
When I opened the door, I met the strict views of two unknown men lined with a policeman. Before I could say the word, one of them pointed to me.
“That’s her! She was in the house of our mother yesterday!”
I felt my stomach falling down. What’s the matter?
I knew a little, a simple act of kindness the day before would change my life upside down …
It’s been six months since I lost my father. Life continued, but the pain persisted.
Every week I found comfort when visiting his grave and shared words with him that could no longer say aloud.
He stood beside his tombstone and held a bouquet of white lilies – his favorite.
“Goodbye, Dad,” I murmured, wiped a tear.
When I turned to leave, I noticed a few lines standing at a freshly dug grave. An older blind woman, dressed in simple black clothes, held a white stick.
“Sorry, Madam,” I said gently, approaching her. “Do you need help?”
She turned to me with a weak smile. “Oh, thank you, dear. I would be grateful if you could go home. My sons were supposed to pick me up, but I believe they forgot. ”
“Of course,” I replied. “I would like to help.”
She introduced herself as Kira. Her husband, Samuel, died just a few days earlier. “They didn’t even expect with me in the cemetery,” she added bitterly. “My sons, Ethan and Mark. They said they would return in half an hour, but I was waiting for two. Samuel has always warned me about them, but I refused to believe him. ”
When we arrived at her modest brick house, surrounded by a beautiful rose garden, she turned to me. “Would you like to come for tea?”
The inside was warm and pleasant, its walls decorated with faded photographs. Especially caught me – younger Kira standing hand in hand with a man, probably Samuel, in front of the Eiffel Tower.
“Samuel installed cameras all over the house,” Kira said as she poured tea. “He never believed the boys.”
I had no idea that this simple act of kindness would change my life forever.
The next morning I was upside down by clicking on my door. My heart pounded as I scraped off my bed, still dazed from sleep.
When I opened the door, I found two men in front of me, lined with a policeman. One of them pointed to me, wide and visibly furious. “That’s her! She was in the house of our mother yesterday!”
“I went home from her cemetery,” I explained, and my voice with confused.
A younger man, about twenty -five, stepped forward and his face was angry. “So what? Did you decide to rob it? ”
“Mom told us you were in her house. She said you stayed for tea. Who else could steal money and jewelry? ”
“It must be a mistake,” I insisted. “I didn’t take anything!”
How did everything happen so badly?
Kira was already at the police station and was sitting in the corner and her stick was on her lap. Her face lit up when she saw me.
“Thank God,” she said, reaching for my hands. “I told them you wouldn’t. Real thieves are my own sons. ”
“Samuel installed cameras in the house, do you remember?” Continued. “Officer, I told you to check the shots.”
Ethan’s face paled. “Mom, you don’t have to do it.”
“Oh, but yes,” Kira shot. “I did two for you.”
An hour later, officers returned with a laptop. Safety shots have shown that Ethan and Mark Pulle sockets and cabinets, jewelry emptying and taking cash from an envelope hidden in a bowl of biscuits – just minutes after I left.
Ethan Koktal: “We … were looking for paperwork!”
Their lies disintegrated and the brothers were arrested on the spot for theft and submitting a false message.
Although I could go, the experience left me shaken. The evening, when I went home Kira, opened up about the problem past of my family.
“Samuel adored them when they were young,” she said quietly. “But as they age, they changed. The greed consumed them. They always wanted more, but they never got back. ”
In the coming weeks, I found that I was visiting Kir more often than I expected. The bond, which we created an unexpected turnover of the event, has deepened with time.
“Maybe Samuel sent me it,” Kira thought one afternoon.
She reached out on my hand and squeezed it gently. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For being my light in the dark moment.” Sometimes the most anticipated foreigners become a family that we never knew we need.
Over time, my visit to Kirina has become more common and our connection has deepened. What began as a simple act of kindness has turned into an unexpected friendship – one that none of us expected, but both desperately needed.
Despite the betrayal of her sons Kir, she found comfort in knowing that not everyone in the world was driven by greed. And for me, help gave her a sense of purpose, filled the void that my father went through, left behind.
Perhaps, in some unexplained way, fate joined us. Maybe Samuel really sent me, just like my father’s spirit, led me to find comfort in helping another.
When we sat together in our cozy living room, sipped tea and shared stories, I realized something deep: the family is not always defined by blood – it is in people who stand by you when you need them the most.