The supermarket was crowded and the weather was so cold that it was pricking smoke. People were walking up and down, each one in his own way, until the sound of the alarm suddenly cracked the place.

The little girl whose hair is full of snow, her toes are torn and her legs are bare… She was running with all her might, holding a carton of milk with hands shivering from the cold. You weren’t trying to cover it or run away smartly… She was just running so that someone younger than her could live.

“Stop!”
The supermarket manager shouted when he saw the girl slipping at the door.

Before she could escape, the security officer grabbed her by the armor harshly.
“Forget it. You are coming with me to the department. Where is your family?”

The girl’s tears fell on her blue cheeks from the cold.
“I mean… I swear I don’t. My little brother is hungry. He doesn’t want to stop crying… Please.”

No one moved.
Many eyes are looking… But no heart has been shaken.

Other than one man.

A man in a chic suit, a laptop bag, his features rigid and the kind of person you feel is old enough to interfere in anyone’s life.
Michael Hart… A millionaire famous for being cold, and always busy to the point of obsession.

He stood up, as if he had been nailed.

Something in the shape of the girl… In her shiver… In her tears… I broke something inside him.

I move forward with steady steps until he remains standing in front of them.
“That’s it.”

The officer was surprised. “Your honor? With your permission, please go away.”

Michael reached into the girl’s hand, in a quiet voice:
“What’s your name?”

“A… Ariana.”

“And why did you serve the milk? Tell me the truth.”

“So… Because my baby brother is hungry. He didn’t eat since yesterday. And my other sister has a voice that is going out of crying. Me… I’m not a thief, but… I have to.”

The words are out of her heart like someone drowning and asking for a last breath.

Michael stood up and looked at the manager.
“Count all that you have done for me. And come to any food she needs.”

The manager got angry.
“Oh professor, even if you pay! It’s a robbery!”

Michael took a step closer to him, his tone of voice cold but terrifying:
“Do you like to keep trending online, you reported on a hungry child? Or should we talk to the administration above you? I have time… Would you like to try?”

The manager froze.
The officer touched the girl’s arm.

Ariana fell to the ground, her legs no longer carrying her.

Michael held out his hand.
“Come on, Ariana… Show me your house.”

The street was snowy, and the girl was walking in front of him with small steps.
Michael thought she was living in a poor apartment… Or an old room… But when I reached the end of the street, I stood in front of the opening of an abandoned building.

“Here?”

Ariana shook her head shyly.
“We’re sleeping here… One day my mother died. My dad… It’s gone.”

Michael swallowed his saliva.
“And your sisters?”

The girl entered the first one, and he saw her, holding his mobile flashlight.
They found an infant sleeping on a thin blanket, and a second child, about four years old, wrapped in a big man’s jacket on it.

The baby and his face are red… He is crying of hunger.
And the other girl has a hoarse voice.

Ariana quickly took the carton of milk.
“Can I perform them?”

Michael said,
“Do what you have to do.”

Fadl Waqf watching… On an older sister who is maybe nine years old… She is a self-employed mother… She is trying to save her brothers on her own.

Something in his heart was broken.

A quarter of an hour later, Michael was sitting inside the abandoned building, holding the baby on his armrest, gently shaking him.
Something that he has never done.
And I can’t imagine him doing it.

“Are you a Balakwa here?”
He asked in a low voice.

Ariana said:
“3 weeks ago. I used to work washing dishes in a restaurant… They kicked me out when they found out I was a child. And since that day. We are trying to live.”

A child… Shaila whom the whole world cannot remove.

Michael held himself well.
“Okay, listen to me… I’m not going to leave you here.”

“Just… We don’t want to bother you.”
She said it scared.

“Ariana… There are things when one sees them… He treats it as if he were a soldier.”

The first step… It was that he took them in the supermarket van he had reserved.
Wrapped blankets over them, and sat them next to him.
The baby slept peacefully for the first time.

Ariana was silent, staring at him with fear, gratitude, and shock.

“He’s… Where will you take us? Oath?”

Michael looked at her in amazement.
“The oath? Why?”

“So… Because it was stolen.”

Michael smiled a half-hearted smile.
“The one who compensates for hunger… His name is Hayat. It’s not theft.”

He took them to a 5-star hotel.
Ariana froze at the door.

“We… It’s not one of these people.”

“And I also have a place here for a long time.”
He said it in a sentence that came out of the deepest part of his history.

They entered a large, warm, light-filled room.
The little girl ran onto the soft bed laughing for the first time.

Ariana kept standing in disbelief.

“Sit down, Ariana. You and your sisters are safe.”

I sat down… And I cried.
She cried so much that her voice disappeared.

Michael said to himself, ”
When did I change?” For whom? Les?

But the answer was in front of him:
three little hearts… She was dying of the cold… And he saved her.

The second day…
A new life has begun.

Michael went with them to the hospital.
The infant was malnourished.
Their sister needs warm food.
And Ariana needs a school.

The doctors listened to him and said,
“This is a great responsibility… Are you their relative?”

Then look at Ariana…
She is holding her brother’s finger.

He said:
“From the day… Ah. I’m their relative.”

The days are numbered…
The three children remained part of his daily life.
Ariana goes to school, she goes back to tell him everything.
Her little sister remained untouched.
And the baby… He laughed every time he saw it.

He returned the big house that was empty… Nor is his age but their voices.

People started talking:
“The millionaire who adopted children?”
“What’s his story?”
“?”

But he knew…
For the first time in his life… He feels that he is the son of Adam.

Months later…
Michael was sitting in the garden, with Ariana next to him, holding a sketchbook.
“We… We’re going to stay with you all the time?”
I asked fearfully.

He took her onion and said confidently:
“As long as I live… You don’t need to steal another milk.”

The girl cried… But this time it was tears of relief.
She said:
“I… I was going to kill my sisters.”
“No… You saved them.”
“Just steal.”
“I was also a poor child… I was stealing to live.”
“You?”
“Oh. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Ariana smiled.
“Thank you… Because I didn’t believe I was a bastard.”
“Ariana… You are a hero. And I just… I was in the right place at the right time.”

On her birthday…
He brought her a small gift.
Beautiful wooden case.

Opened… She threw a card that read:
“Ariana Hart.”

“Ten… My name?”
“That’s your real name… After formal adoption.”

The girl gasped for joy…