“Sir, I can make your daughter walk again,” said the young beggar, his voice trembling but filled with hope.
The millionaire, who had been lost in his thoughts, turned around and froze. No one had ever dared to say such a thing to him — not since the accident that left his daughter paralyzed.
🧐 “What do you mean?” the man asked, eyebrows furrowed. His voice was sharp, not out of anger, but exhaustion. Years of doctors, treatments, and disappointments had worn him down.
The boy took a step forward, barefoot and covered in dust. “I don’t have money, sir… but I have something else.”
He pulled out a small, worn notebook from his torn jacket. “This… belonged to my grandmother. She was a healer. She helped many people walk again when everyone else gave up.”
The millionaire looked skeptical, but something about the boy’s eyes — pure, determined — made him pause.
He led the boy into the private hospital room where his daughter lay motionless. As the boy approached her, he opened the notebook and began whispering words in a forgotten language.
Then something unthinkable happened…
Her fingers twitched. Her legs moved. She opened her eyes and whispered: “Daddy… I can feel my feet.”
The man collapsed to his knees in tears. Not from disbelief — but from a miracle he had stopped hoping for.
