Giuliale_2005
On December 4, 2007, when I was only 4 years old, my father decided to leave our home, exhausted by the responsibilities of being a father and husband. This choice plunged my mother into a deep depression. As a result, we faced serious financial problems, and soon after, we lost our house. The situation forced us to live on the streets. It was Christmas, and the cold was intense, making survival almost impossible.
One day, a well-dressed man approached me and my mother and asked why we were in that situation. My mother, with her heart in her throat, told him our story. The man, moved by our circumstances, decided to give us a generous sum of money. Before leaving, he turned to my mother and told her to make good use of that money.
My mother, filled with gratitude, got up from the ground and ran after the man to thank him for his gesture. Promising him that she would do her best to ensure a better future for both of us, she saw him smile as he walked away. That day, although marked by hardship, also turned out to be a moment of hope.