“Hey, sweetheart, you dropped your wallet!”

I stopped and turned around. A man was sitting on the curb near the grocery store entrance. He held my wallet in one hand, waving it slightly. My heart did a little flip.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” I said, hurrying back to him. I must’ve dropped it when I was loading up the bags.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, handing it over. His voice was gruff but kind.

Up close, I noticed he looked like he’d been through a lot. His clothes were old and frayed, and his face was lined with deep wrinkles. But his eyes—they were warm, like he still saw good in the world, even if the world hadn’t been good to him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, not able to stop myself.

He gave a dry chuckle. “Sure as I can be, I guess. Not much to complain about when you’ve got nothin’ to lose.”

“I can’t just leave you out here,” I blurted. “Do you need a ride somewhere? Or maybe a warm meal?”

He shook his head. “You’re kind, miss, but I’m fine. Folks always have good intentions, but I don’t wanna trouble anyone.”

“It’s no trouble,” I said quickly. “Come on, my car’s right over there. At least get out of the rain for a bit.”

He hesitated, looking at me like he was trying to figure out if I was serious. Finally, he stood up, brushing off his hands on his pants.

I smiled. “I’ve been told.”

My car was a mess with papers and empty coffee cups everywhere. I scrambled to clear the passenger seat while he stood outside, dripping wet.

“Sorry about the mess,” I said, tossing things into the back. “Go ahead and get in.”

“Looks cozy to me,” he said, climbing in.

The warmth from the heater hit him immediately, and he let out a small sigh. I noticed how his hands shook as he held them up to the vents.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Harry,” he said. “And you?”

“Ella,” I replied.

“Well, Ella, thanks for this. I wasn’t expecting to get off that curb tonight.”

“I’m not letting you sleep out there tonight,” I said firmly. “There’s a motel a few blocks away. I can get you a room.”

He stared at me for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Alright. But just one night. I don’t want you wasting money on me.”

“Deal,” I said.

The motel wasn’t fancy, but it was clean. I helped him carry in a few bags of food I’d grabbed for him—some sandwiches, fruit, and bottled water. Harry looked around the room like he’d just stepped into a palace.

“It’s nothing,” I told him. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll leave you to rest soon.”

He took off his coat and laid it neatly over the chair. As he reached to pull off his gloves, I saw it—a gold watch on his wrist. My heart stopped.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Where did you get that watch?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked at me, confused. “This? I’ve had it for years. Why?”

“Harry…” My voice cracked. “Is your name really Harry?”

He frowned, studying me. “No. It’s Alex. Why?”

I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me.

“Alex,” I whispered. “It’s me. Ella.”

I was five years old again, standing on my tiptoes on a stool in a bright kitchen. Alex was next to me, his hands steadying mine as I carefully poured chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

Those days felt like a dream. Alex treated me like I mattered, like I belonged.

But it didn’t last.

I remembered the arguments between him and Linda—quiet at first, then louder as time went on. One day, Linda packed her things and left without saying goodbye. Alex tried to keep things together, but his health started failing. Social services came not long after, saying he could no longer take care of me.

But I never saw him again.

Now, standing in that tiny motel room, I could barely breathe. “Alex,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s me. It’s Ella.”

He stared at me, his brows furrowed, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Ella?” he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “You took care of me when I was little. I lived with you and Linda. I never forgot you. Not for a single day.”

“Ella,” he said, his voice cracking. “Oh, my God. Look at you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.”

I threw my arms around him, hugging him as tightly as I could. “I thought I’d never see you again,” I said through sobs.

“I thought the same,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I never stopped wondering where you ended up, how you were doing.”

We sat down on the bed, and I told him how I recognized his gold watch. He glanced at it, rubbing the worn face with his thumb.

“What happened?” I asked gently. “How did you end up… like this?”

He sighed, the weight of years in his voice. “After you were taken, everything fell apart. Linda took the house in the divorce. I got sick—diabetes, heart problems. Medical bills wiped me out. When I couldn’t work anymore, I had nothing left. No family, no friends. Just the streets.”

He looked down, his shoulders slumping. “It’s been so long, Ella. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to live, not just survive.”

Tears welled up in my eyes again. “You used to take care of me,” I said firmly. “Now, I’ll take care of you.”

Over the next few weeks, I made good on my promise. I paid for Alex to stay at the motel for as long as he needed. Every evening after work, I’d stop by with groceries or hot meals.

“This feels strange,” he admitted on his first day. “Like I’m starting over at 60.”

“Starting over is better than giving up,” I said.

Slowly but surely, Alex began to rebuild his life. His health improved once he got regular checkups, and his confidence started coming back. Seeing him smile again felt like watching the sun break through the clouds.

A few months later, Alex moved into a small apartment, just a short bus ride from his job. He looked healthier and happier than I’d ever seen him. I visited him often, bringing dinner or just sitting and talking for hours.

The last time I saw Alex, he was standing in the doorway of his apartment, waving as I left. He’d just come home from work, his gold watch glinting in the sunlight.

“See you soon, Ella!” he called out.

“Always,” I replied.

Kindness, I realized, had a way of finding its way back to you.

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