A hero? Me?
Even though they may call me that, I know... I am not.
I only did what I did because I had money. Because I could afford it. Because I had the luxury to stop and help without worrying about the consequences.
If it were the me from a few days ago, I never would have bothered to check on a stranger's screams.
I would have kept walking. I would have told myself it wasn't my problem. I would have gone home and forgotten about it by the time I reached my door.
So, no. I am no hero.
I am just a man who finally has enough money to not look away.
I turned my head and looked at the lady sitting on my sofa.
She was scrolling through her phone, her white hair falling across her face, her red eyes half closed.
I knew meeting her was the biggest joy of my life.
Not because of sudden love or anything poetic like that. It was simply because she gave me money.
That was all.
I shook my head and asked,
"Care for a cup of coffee?"
She looked up and nodded.
"Sure."
