The Secretly Rich Man

“Maybe they haven’t started classes yet—that’s what’s missing!” The boy wiped away some snot. “I wanna go too!”

Another somewhat chubby boy piped up, “You need money to go to school. We don’t have any money. Ms. Queta is already working several jobs to feed us. We can’t ask her for any more!”

“I’m hungry!” the little girl whined.

“I’ll find you some bread in a bit!”

“Why are you urchins crowding the gates? Get lost!” A security guard came out, hollering in fury.

The three children leaped up in fright.

The guard was in his fifties, the sort you might find at a construction site.

The children were visibly terrified by him, and on the verge of fleeing—but they kept on gazing at the school, just a little longer…

up: “They’re only looking. That’s fine, isn’t it? It’s not

say anything about you going inside earlier, but don’t be putting on any airs with me! You don’t own this school any more than I do… now, get

and blustering. He had clearly had a

little smile, Gerald reached

be fired later. A lousy old drunkard in charge of security, probably hustled in by a friend

Alright, alright! Thanks a lot,

children. “You kids wanna go

middle nodded

more cautious and watched him

seeing these three young children, yearning to go

understood that

was why he couldn’t resist the

How about I take you guys

talk to strangers—and we absolutely mustn’t follow them anywhere!” The two boys stepped out in front of the

buy some stuff and bring it to