* Can I Eat with you the Homeless girl asked the millionaire his response leave everyone in tears…

Eat as much as you want, Thomas said, no one here will stop you. Layla hesitated, but don’t you want it? Thomas shook his head. I’ve already had my share, tonight it’s your turn.

As she ate, Thomas leaned back in his chair, his thoughts swirling. He thought of his childhood, cold nights spent sleeping in subway tunnels, eating scraps from trash bins. He had vowed long ago never to look back.

But now, looking at this little girl, he realized he hadn’t escaped his past at all, he had only buried it. Layla wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. My mama used to make bread like this, she said softly, before she went to heaven.

Thomas’ chest tightened. What about your dad? Layla’s voice cracked. He left after mama died, said I was too much trouble, said someone else would take care of me.

She stared down at her plate, but no one did. A sharp pang shot through Thomas’ heart. He pushed his plate aside and reached for her small hand.

You are not too much trouble, he said firmly. You’re a child, and you deserve to be cared for, Layla. Around them, a waiter paused mid-step.

A couple at a nearby table dabbed at their eyes. Even the stern-faced restaurant manager, who had come to confront Thomas, stopped in his tracks. Thomas looked up and addressed the room.

She’s seven years old, seven. And she’s been wandering these streets alone while the rest of us sit here, enjoying fine wine and food we don’t even finish. The silence deepened.

Look at her, he continued, his voice tight with emotion. Do you know how much courage it takes for a child to walk into a place like this and ask for help? No one spoke. A few guests shifted uncomfortably in their seats, guilt flashing across their faces.

Thomas turned back to Layla and spoke so softly that only she could hear. You don’t have to beg anymore, not ever again. I’m going to take care of you…