Poor Boy Found Millionaire’s Wallet And Made Him Cry With What He Asked In Return

But in the end, everything worked out for him.

“You know how I got lucky? Luck, my daughter, can also change a life,” he said.

He recalled meeting his wife, Margarida’s mother, while finishing college. And how she died as a result of tuberculosis.

Despite the fact that he was already very wealthy, nothing money could buy could save his wife. It was a devastating blow to his life, but it also served as a reminder to him to remain humble.

Hector Sousa became known as a philanthropist after this tragic episode, which occurred when Margarida was only three years old. Although plans to celebrate the anniversary had been thwarted, he and Margarida were safe, in the comfort of a five-star hotel that had already been paid for a month earlier, a privilege enjoyed by few people in this world, he recalled.

The daughter sat quietly listening. The millionaire’s phone rang the following day.

The Call from the Unknown

It was a number he didn’t recognize. When he answered, the person on the other end said he had his wallet and gave him an address that was a little outside of the tourist area.

Margarida objected when she saw her father get up with a smile on his face.

“Think about it, Dad. It may be a ruse or a trap. Who can truly guarantee that they have found your wallet?” .

Hector replied that it would be no problem. The caller had a child’s voice and sounded trustworthy.

Margarida then summoned the security guard, who escorted them whenever necessary and explained what was going on. The security guard appeared in Margarida’s room and tried to persuade Hector not to go to that address.

Still, Hector simply replied that he would trust his intuition and look for his wallet to continue the celebrations promised by the trip. So the three left the luxury hotel and proceeded to the nearby avenue.

As the security guard drove down the avenue, they left the tourist area and entered a much more modest and less lit neighborhood. Margarida was terrified.

Her birthday had become a perilous adventure. Her heart raced with each motorcycle that passed their car.

If they came to a stop at a red light, she would become tense and still, looking around at the cars, as if she expected a gun to be pointed at them. The bodyguard didn’t make the young lady feel any more secure or safe.

It was really a frightening place for her. Hector was not afraid at all.

That location reminded him of his youth in some ways. Margarida couldn’t figure out how her father could be so relaxed.

After all, it wasn’t just his life that was in danger, but also hers. Finally, they arrived at the specified location, in a neighborhood full of very simple houses.

The bodyguard refused to let Hector out of the car. When he clapped his hands, a child appeared.

The Boy and the Wallet

He was clutching the man’s wallet in his small hands. He stood at the gate as the bodyguard delivered the item to the philanthropist.

Hector quickly recognized it as his wallet, and when he opened it, he observed that all of his documents, cards, and money were still inside. Nothing was missing.

The boy was probably about thirteen years old. He was skinny, with bright eyes and worn-out clothes.

His situation wasn’t much better than Hector’s when he was that age. The millionaire got out of the car with his daughter and thanked the boy for returning his wallet.

“You saved me a lot of headaches. Thank you,” he said.

The boy took advantage of that well-dressed man’s friendliness and asked for two dollars. Margarida started laughing nervously when she heard this.

“Hey, see? What did I say? Good thing we brought a bodyguard,” she said.

“What’s the matter, daughter?” asked Hector.

“Dad, give him all of the money right away before his cronies show up! Let’s get out of here!” .

Margarida’s reaction embarrassed the boy, so he explained:

“It’s not like that, ma’am. I just don’t have a phone, so I had to use the only money I had to call you from a public phone. I spent the night begging on the street but received nothing. So I used my savings to buy my sister a cupcake. Tomorrow is her birthday.” .

Hector became intrigued by the boy’s story and asked him to continue telling it in order to heighten Margarida’s horror. The boy then said his name was Paul and that he doesn’t remember much about his childhood.

He hadn’t known his father and had been living on the streets with his mother and sister for over a year. A few blocks away, where the rest of his family was, there was a space where several homeless people gathered to spend the night.

A Shared Birthday and a New Perspective

Paul recalled having a birthday and the cake his mother baked to celebrate when they were still living in a small apartment. It was the boy’s first and only party.

The cake was small, and all he had to sing happy birthday to him was his mother and little sister, but it was the happiest memory of his life. Even though they’d been evicted, he wanted to ensure his sister felt the same way.

As a result, Paul begged for money on the street to buy his sister a cake. Margarida couldn’t stop crying as she put her hands to her chest.

The girl, who had previously been afraid of that place and suspicious of the boy’s intentions, now felt ashamed for making such hasty judgments. To top it off, Paul’s sister shared her birthday.