On a chilly November evening, Greg, a hardworking construction worker with flecks of gray in his beard, was finishing his day and heading to the train station. At 40, Greg was worn out from years of labor, supporting his wife Diana and their two children, Jamie and Alex. Every dollar he earned was carefully saved for his family’s future, and though life was tough, Greg rarely wavered in his quiet determination.
As Greg navigated through the busy station, something caught his eye—a woman standing near the exit clutching a small child tightly. She looked out of place: well-dressed but weary, her hands trembling as she held the baby close. Greg hesitated, unsure if he should approach, but when the woman looked at him with hopeful eyes, he couldn’t turn away.
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