I Took in a Beggar with a Baby Because She Reminded Me of My Late Daughter – What She Did in My Home Shocked Me to the Core

At 75, my life had grown quiet. The days seemed longer, each one blending into the next. I spent most of my time thinking about the past.

My daughter, Gianna, had died three years ago, and not a day went by that I didn’t think of her.

My son, Sebastian, lived in another city. He was busy with work and his own family. He called from time to time, but his visits were rare. I missed him, but I understood. Life has a way of pulling us all in different directions.

My life passed quietly as I shopped for groceries and attended my weekly book club meetings.

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