It was then that I realized the man only had one leg.
He used to serve in the Navy and once his children moved to other countries, he was all by himself.
But Dylan, who met him by chance one day while walking to school, made him company every now and then.
“Dad, are you mad?” Dylan asked. I said I wasn’t. In fact, I was proud of my son’s heart of gold.
From that moment on, we visited the old man regularly, helping him with the errands and around the house.
The lost socks led to a beautiful friendship.
