He had little himself. His small workshop barely earned enough to survive, and most days he went without a proper meal. Yet when he looked at Evelyn, a determination arose that ignored his own struggles. “How much do you need?” he asked gently. “Four thousand,” Evelyn replied. Without a word, Gideon reached into his pocket and handed her the bundle of notes he had saved all month.
“Take it, child. Go and pay your fees,” he said, his smile faint but sincere. Evelyn stared in disbelief. “Are you sure, sir?” “I am, Evelyn,” he replied. “Be diligent in school, and never follow bad company. One day, you will rise.” Clutching the money, Evelyn wiped her tears. “I will never forget you. I promise I will make you proud.” Gideon placed a hand on her head, muttering a quiet prayer, then returned to his humble work.