Walking home past dusk, I noticed a man curled beside a shopping cart, wrapped in a thin blanket. But what stopped me wasn’t his struggle — it was his love.
Beside him lay a dog, sheltered under a fragile roof of cardboard and fabric he had carefully built. He had almost nothing for himself, yet he made sure his companion had protection.
In that moment, I realized: true love doesn’t need wealth or comfort. Sometimes, the greatest shelter is the one we build for others.
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