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“You’re my savior tonight,” I whispered.
That’s when I heard the slow creak of a porch swing. Old-n-Young - Msour - Hottie thanks her savior ...
Inside, he handed me an ancient quilt and a mug of black coffee. I called a tow truck. While we waited, we talked. Not the shallow “what do you do” stuff. Real talk. He told me about losing his wife to cancer three years ago. I told him about the job that just laid me off. Two strangers, forty years apart, sitting in a cluttered living room full of dusty books and loneliness. “You’re my savior tonight,” I whispered
So, thank you, Msour. Wherever you are. You turned a miserable night into a story I’ll never forget. I called a tow truck
That’s when I did something impulsive. I hugged him. A real hug. He smelled like woodsmoke and old paper.
Old-n-Young - Msour - Hottie thanks her savior …
SoulfulSeeker42 Date: Just now Category: Connections / Real Talk