It was raining heavily outside. I was returning from work when I noticed a poor woman. She was sitting on the curb, hugging herself with her arms. I felt very sorry for her, and decided to approach her.
“Let’s go to my place,” I said. “I have a garage. It’s warm there. There’s a toilet and a bed.”
The woman looked at me strangely.
“In the garage?” she asked.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” I quickly added. “Just temporary. Until you figure something out.”
The woman agreed. I settled her on an old folding bed. I brought a blanket, some food, a spare kettle. When I left, I locked the door to the main house, but not out of fear – more out of habit.
The next day I told my girlfriend about it. She wasn’t thrilled. “You’re too trusting,” she said.
When I returned home the next evening and opened the garage door, I was simply shocked by what I saw. The unknown woman I had sheltered… Continued in the article under the photo 👇👇
Instead of a dark, dusty warehouse, I found myself in a real home. The old furniture was put back in its place, the floor was washed, and there was a knitted bedspread over the bed.
On the wall hung a bunch of dried herbs, as if from a country house. The air smelled of mint and lavender. And in the corner was a candle and some old photographs. In these photos I noticed my guest: young, with children, with a man in uniform, with laughter in her eyes.
I didn’t know what to say. Surprise, gratitude and… a strange feeling of warmth were mixed inside me.
“Sorry if I went overboard,” she said, coming out from behind an old cabinet with a mug in her hands. “I just… don’t like chaos. Even if it’s not mine.”
– You… did you do all this in one day?
“It was boring,” she grinned. “And you gave me shelter. I wanted to repay you in my own way.”
I sat down on a chair. I was silent. And then I realized: I hadn’t felt at home in this house until she came. And until she brought order to it – not so much externally, but spiritually.
