local diner. As he approached, a delightful aroma enveloped him. He pushed the door, its rusty bell announcing his arrival. Inside, warmth and the scent of freshly baked bread welcomed him.
Timidly, he approached the counter, his stomach growling. The kind-faced owner, Mr. Thompson, noticed the boy’s worn-out clothes and kindly asked, “What can I do for you, son?”
With a humble voice, the boy requested a simple meal. Mr. Thompson, perceiving the boy’s hunger, offered a generous plate of steaming soup and a loaf of bread without charge. The boy’s eyes glistened with gratitude, and as he relished every spoonful, he felt a sense of belonging in this humble diner.