One afternoon, after Samuel failed mathematics again, his class teacher, Mrs. Johnson, became angry.
“Enough is enough!” she snapped. “I’m visiting your house this evening.”
The classroom became silent immediately.
Samuel’s face turned pale.
“Please, ma…” he whispered fearfully. “Don’t come.”
But Mrs. Johnson thought he was only ashamed of poverty.
She didn’t listen.
That evening after school, she followed Samuel secretly from a distance.
The little boy walked far beyond the busy town roads.
Past broken buildings. Past roadside gutters. Past the noisy market.
Finally, he entered an abandoned uncompleted building.
Mrs. Johnson froze.
Could somebody really live here?
Carefully, she stepped closer.
Then suddenly…
She heard a tiny voice crying inside.
Not Samuel’s voice.
A baby.
When she peeped through the broken doorway…
What she saw shattered her completely.
Inside the dusty room…

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