Alice suspected that the boy who regularly gathered leftovers from her restaurant was hiding something, so she decided to follow him one day.
But what she found along the road astonished her.
“You got lucky, kid. We have plenty of leftovers today, and you can take all of it home,” Steve said. He was the head chef at Alice’s restaurant and regularly saved the leftovers for Christopher, a small youngster who frequented their establishment for food.
“Oh really? Is it actually so much food? Do I have enough to share with my friends?” Christopher’s eyes brightened up.
Christopher was overjoyed upon receiving the food packs. He thanked Steve with a big smile, waved goodbye, and walked away cheerfully.
Alice, on the other hand, had no idea this was standard procedure at her restaurant until she noticed Christopher leave one night. She wasn’t certain, though, that he would eat leftovers to keep his tummy full.
She waited for him to return for a few days before seeing him at the restaurant on the third day. “Hi, there. Are you here for the leftovers?” she inquired, softly.
“Yes!” Chris responded pleasantly. “Can you please call the cook? He must have kept those packets for me.”
Alice offered him a kind smile.
“Well, there’s no need for that. I’ve prepared some fresh food for you so that you don’t eat the leftovers. By the way, what’s your name?”
“My full name is Christopher, but you may call me Chris.”
“So, why don’t you eat at home, Chris?” Alice asked. “Is your mom sick?”
“Well, actually … I live at an orphanage, and they don’t feed me well. Every time I come here, your employees help me. I’m grateful to you for that. Anyway, I’ll leave now,”
Alice had a sneaky hunch the boy had been concealing something all along. So, that day, she decided to follow him. She was astonished by what she saw next.
Instead of visiting an orphanage, Chris went to a residence, placed the food bag on the porch, and rushed away. Soon, an older woman emerged; she looked about in confusion, accepted the bag, and returned inside.
Alice was ready to knock on the door and ask that lady who she was and how she knew Christopher when she received an urgent call from the restaurant and had to leave.
When Christopher returned to the restaurant the following day, she was already there to wait for him.
“I’m sorry, I lied to you,” Chris instantly admitted. “But I’ve been taking food for my granny. She’s the only family I have now.”
“When my parents pa:ss:ed away, my grandmother didn’t get custody because she wasn’t financially stable. She can’t even afford food, so every day, I collect food from here and drop it off at her house.”
So, that day, she went to see his grandmother and told her everything. Christopher’s grandma, Edith, was taken aback when she realized it was her grandson who had been leaving food boxes on her porch all along.
That day, Alice went to the orphanage where Christopher was staying and applied for custody. Fortunately, the formalities were completed swiftly, allowing Christopher to return to his grandmother’s home.
Edith grasped Alice’s hands in her own. “I can’t make up for it, but you’re welcome to come to see us whenever you want. After all, you’re like family to us.”
“Oh, in that case, I have something to offer you…”
Edith had expected Alice to offer her a position in the restaurant, but when she learned what it was, she burst into tears again.
“I know it might be a bit too much to ask for, but ever since I lost my parents, I have had no one to look after me,” Alice said. “So, I’m looking for someone who will love me like a mother. I’m hoping you’ll accept the position. As far as Chris’ education is concerned, it’s my responsibility because I’m his guardian.”
“Of course, honey,” Edith replied as he embraced her. “I’ll never be able to repay your generosity. You literally appeared in our lives like an angel.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Alice said. “I have a family now because of you, and I think that’s the greatest wealth I can ever have.”
For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
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