I Always Gave a Few Dollars to a Homeless Man on My Way to Work — on Christmas Eve, He Said, ‘Don’t Go Home Today…There’s Something You Don’t Know!’

I stared at my phone.

No, it’s okay. Thanks. Merry Christmas Eve 💚

“Just in case,” I muttered.

I barely slept.

Every creak of Meghan’s apartment made me think of my house.

Every time I decided he had to be confused, I saw his face again.

Morning came.

No emergency texts.

Just a “Merry Christmas!” from my neighbor.

The library was closed, but I walked there anyway.

The air was bright and sharp; the streets were quiet.

He was already on the bench.

No newspaper.

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