The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a business card. “My name is Harold Bennett. I want to help you. All of you.”

Sofía looked at the card, not fully understanding how this stranger could change their lives, but sensing the truth in his words. Harold’s offer seemed like a lifeline thrown into the turbulent sea of her existence.

“I have resources, and I can provide you with a safe place to stay. You won’t have to worry about milk or anything else,” Harold assured her.

In that moment, Sofía felt a warmth spread through her being, a flicker of hope reigniting in her heart. Harold’s compassion was like a balm to her wounded spirit. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.”