May I eat with you? the homeless girl asked the billionaire, and his answer brought tears to everyones eyes
Her voice was soft and trembling, yet clear enough to hush the entire restaurant.
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A sharply dressed man, about to take the first bite of an expensive steak, froze. He slowly turned his head and looked at her: a small, dirty girl with tangled hair and hopeful eyes. No one could have guessed that such a simple question would forever alter their lives.
It was a warm October afternoon in downtown HoChiMinh City.
In an upscale FrancoVietnamese restaurant, Mr.Lam, a wellknown realestate magnate, was dining alone. Near sixty, his hair streaked with silver, a Rolex glinting on his wrist, and a bearing that often intimidated his rivals, he was famed for two things: his business instinct and his emotional distance.
As he carefully cut into a prime Wagyu steak, a voice interrupted his meal.
It didnt come from a waiter. It came from a barefoot girl, about eleven or twelve, whose clothes barely clung to her.
The staff rushed to usher her outside, but Lam raised his hand.
Whats your name? he asked, his tone calm yet curious.
My name is An, she replied, glancing nervously around. Im hungry. I havent eaten in two days.
He nodded slowly, then pointed to the empty chair opposite him. The room fell silent, stunned.
The girl hesitated before sitting, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Lam called a waiter. Bring her the same dish Im having and a glass of warm milk.
She devoured the food as soon as it arrived. She tried to eat politely, but hunger overrode etiquette. Lam said nothing, merely watching her with quiet intensity.
When she finished, he finally asked, Where are your parents?
My father died in a construction accident, she said. My mother vanished two years ago. I lived with my grandmother under BridgeY, but she passed away last week.
Lams expression remained unchanged, though his hand tightened slightly around his glass.
What no oneneither the girl, the waiter, nor the onlookersknew was that Lams own past echoed hers.
Lam hadnt been born into wealth. He, too, had once slept on sidewalks, sold leftovers to survive, and gone hungry more nights than he could count.
He lost his mother at eight; his father abandoned him. Lam grew up on the same streets where An now rummaged through trash. Decades ago, he had stood before restaurant windows, hoping for a bite, yet never daring to ask.
The girl’s voice struck a deeply buried part of him: a version of himself long forgotten but never completely erased.
Lam rose, reached for his wallet, stopped halfway, and instead looked at the child.
Would you like to come live with me?
Her eyes widened. What what do you mean?
I have no children. I live alone. Youd have food, a bed, schooling, and safetyif youre willing to work hard and behave well.
The staff gasped. Some diners whispered, thinking he was joking; others watched warily.
But Lam was serious.
Ans lips quivered. Yes, she whispered. I would love that.
Life in Mr.Lams villa was a world An had never imagined. She had never brushed her teeth, seen a hot shower, or tasted milk that wasnt diluted with water.
She struggled to adapt. Sometimes she slept under the bed because the mattress felt too soft to be real. She hid bread in her pockets, terrified that one day she might go without food.
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One night a housemaid caught her pilfering a loaf and began to cry.
Im sorry I just didnt want to be hungry again
Lam didnt scold her. He knelt beside her and said something she would never forget:
You will never go hungry again. I promise you that.
All the warm bed, the schoolbooks, the new life began with a single question:
May I eat with you?
A tiny question, yet powerful enough to melt the walls around a guarded heart.
In doing so, it not only changed the girls fate; it gave Lam something he never thought hed regain.
A family.
Years passed. An grew into an elegant, intelligent young woman. Under Mr.Lams care she excelled at school and earned a scholarship to study abroad.
Despite her success, she never forgot where she came from, nor the man who lifted her from the abyss with a plate of food and a second chance.
When she was about to leave for university, a worry surfaced.
Lam had never spoken of his past. He was always present, kind yet reserved. As An matured, curiosity grew. One night she asked gently:
UncleLam who were you before all this?
He gave a faint smile.
Someone very much like you.
At last, Lam opened up. He recounted his childhood: poverty, loneliness, the pain of being invisible to a world that cared only about money and status.
No one gave me a second chance, he said. I built everything from scratch. But I always promised myself: if I ever met a child like me I would never look away.
An wept that nightfor the boy Lam had been, for the man he became, and for the countless children still out there, waiting to be seen.
Five years later, An stepped onto a stage in London and delivered her graduation speech as the top student of her class.
My story didnt begin in a classroom, she told the audience. It began on the streets of Vietnam, with a question and a man who kindly answered it.
The crowd was moved. The real surprise came when she returned home.
She skipped parties and interviews. Instead, she held a press conference and announced a startling plan:
I am founding the May I Eat With You? Foundation to build shelters, provide meals, and educate homeless children. The first donation comes from my father, Mr.Lam, who has pledged 30% of his assets.
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The media exploded. People wept at the footage. Lam, now retired, simply smiled and said:
Its not just my daughter. Its the future I always hoped someone would create.
The story went viral.
Strangers donated. Celebrities offered support. Volunteers flooded in.
All because a child dared to ask a stranger for a place at his tableand because that stranger said yes.
Every year on October15, An and Lam return to the same restaurant.
They dont sit at the fancy tables. They reserve the sidewalk.
They serve hot meals, free of charge, without asking questions, to any child who shows up.
Because there was a time when a single shared meal was enough to change everything.
Credits to the author
A beautiful story to open our hearts
