ItsMyBeautifulLife

I still remember...I was about nine years old and it was Christmas eve. My mom and I went to a laundry place and there was this poor homeless man. My mom said to stay away from him but somewhere inside me told me to go up to him. I was unloading the laundry to wash and than I stopped and walked out. The poor man was just leaning next to a wall outside and than he spotted me. I gave the man a dollar my father gave me to buy some gum from the store next to the laundry place. I didn't feel nervous nor scared, I felt happy. He than gave me an unexpected hug. Knowing that he smelled like beer and smoke, I didn't gagged at all, I hugged back. He st