06/09/2025
"DAD, THOSE KIDS IN THE TRASH LOOK JUST LIKE ME!" — BOY SHOCKS BILLIONAIRE...
“Father, those two kids sleeping in the trash look just like me,” said Pedro, pointing to the little ones curled up together on an old mattress on the sidewalk.
Eduardo Fernández stopped and followed his 5-year-old son’s finger with his eyes.
Two boys, apparently the same age, were sleeping huddled among garbage bags, dressed in torn, filthy clothes, their bare feet cut and bruised.
The businessman felt a knot tighten in his chest at the sight, but he tried to pull Pedro’s hand to keep walking toward the car. He had just picked him up from the private school he attended and, as they did every Friday afternoon, they were heading home.
Normally Eduardo avoided this route, always choosing to drive through the wealthier neighborhoods. But heavy traffic and an accident on the main avenue had forced them to cut through this poorer, more run-down part of the city.
The narrow streets were crowded with homeless people, street vendors, and children playing among piles of trash along the sidewalks.
But Pedro suddenly pulled free with surprising strength and ran toward the boys, ignoring his father’s protests.
Eduardo rushed after him, worried not only about his son’s reaction to seeing such misery up close, but also about the dangers of the area. Reports of robberies, drug trafficking, and violence were constant here. His expensive clothes and gold watch made them easy targets.
Pedro knelt beside the filthy mattress and studied the faces of the two children, who were fast asleep, worn out by life on the streets.
One had light brown, wavy hair that still shone despite the dust—just like his own. The other had darker skin and black hair.
But both shared features strikingly similar to Pedro’s: the same arched, expressive eyebrows, the same oval, delicate face, even the same dimple in the chin that Pedro had inherited from his late mother.
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