Starving and desperate, he stepped into a restaurant to eat leftovers, never imagining that the owner inside would change his life forever.

My stomach growled like a stray dog, and my hands were freezing. I walked along the sidewalk, looking at the brightly lit restaurant windows, with that smell of freshly cooked food that hurt more than the cold.

I didn’t have a single coin.

The city was freezing. The kind of cold that a scarf or shoveling your hands in your pockets can’t take away.

It was the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, that reminds you that you’re alone, homeless, without food… without anyone.