Chapter 1: The Currency of Kindness
They thought they could erase my existence simply because my wallet was empty, but they forgot that true wealth is measured by the sacrifices we make in the dark.
I had spent the entire, suffocating morning dragging my exhausted legs across the unforgiving concrete of the city.
At sixty-eight years old, looking for honest labor usually meant enduring the same humiliating, dismissive glances from arrogant managers.
"We have absolutely no use for an old man," they would sneer, waving me away like a bothersome stray dog.