When I was just 14, life was tough. My family was so poor that I couldn’t even afford lunch at school. Every day, I’d pretend I had forgotten it—just so no one would know how bad things really were. I’d sit alone, watching others eat, hoping no one would notice the hunger in my eyes.But someone did notice.A kind teacher started bringing me food every single day. She never asked questions or made me feel ashamed. She just smiled, handed me a small lunch, and went on with her day.

To me, she was an angel in human form. But one day, during that same school year… she disappeared. No goodbye, no explanation. She just never came back. I never forgot her.Fast forward ten years. I had worked hard and become a lawyer—something I never thought possible back then. One morning, I glanced at the appointment list in my office and froze. I saw her name.When she walked into my office, time stopped. It was her. The same warm eyes, the same quiet strength. But this time, something was different—she looked tired, anxious.

She didn’t recognize me at first. But when I told her my name, her face lit up with a smile that broke my heart.She explained her situation. Her husband of twenty years had left her for a much younger woman and, in a cruel twist, had stolen all her savings in a carefully planned scheme. She had nothing left—not even enough to afford a proper lawyer. But she came anyway, hoping for help… or at least reduced fees.