“Please buy this brooch, grandma’s sick, we need medicine,” a little girl begged a millionaire on the street, but when the man saw the brooch, he nearly fainted from shock 😲😱

The cold November day dragged on. Snow and rain fell on the sidewalk, and people walked past, their heads buried in their phones and collars. Victor stood by the window of a jewelry store, looking at his reflection.

The expensive coat fit perfectly, the watch on his wrist cost more than he once earned in a year, his face looked calm and tired at the same time.

More than fifty years of life, a big business, a house, a car with a driver, and the feeling that nothing had changed inside for a long time.

The phone vibrated briefly, and the driver announced that the car was ready. Victor turned to go, but at that moment he heard a child’s voice, quiet and broken.

The girl was standing right at the entrance; she was about eight or nine years old.

The jacket was old and oversized, and her red knitted hat covered almost her entire forehead.

She held a small brooch in her outstretched hand and looked at him as if she’d given up hope anyone would stop.

“Please… Maybe you could at least buy it?”

He turned around. A girl of about eight stood before him. She was thin, wearing an old jacket that clearly didn’t fit. Her red hat had slipped down onto her forehead, strands of hair escaping from underneath. She held something small and shiny in her hands.

“Grandma’s dying…” she said quietly. “We need the money. No one’s stopping.”

People were indeed passing by. Some pretended not to hear, others quickened their pace. The city had long since learned to ignore the pain of others.

He stopped, not understanding why. Not out of pity. The girl’s gaze had simply touched something inside.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She carefully opened her palm. A brooch lay on it.

Antique. Tarnished silver. Blue forget-me-not. And a tiny stone in the center, like a dewdrop.

His breath caught in his throat. He recognized the brooch immediately. Victor slowly looked up at the girl and was stunned with shock. 😨😱

It was Emma’s brooch.

Emma always wore it, even when she had no money for anything extra. He remembered giving it to her at the beginning of their relationship, when they were young and believed their best was yet to come.

Then they had parted abruptly and foolishly, each going their separate ways, certain that everything could still be fixed later.

Later, he learned that Emma had died in childbirth. Emma had learned that she was pregnant only after their breakup and hadn’t had a chance to say anything.

The child had been raised by her grandmother, and it was this woman who now lay sick, her granddaughter standing in the cold with the last valuable thing she had left.

Victor looked at the girl more closely and saw familiar features he had previously refused to notice. He realized that standing before him was Emma’s daughter, and, as it turned out, his own daughter, whose existence he hadn’t known all these years.

He carefully took the brooch in his hand and returned it to the girl, saying she would need it. Then he suggested they get into the warm car and go to her grandmother’s, as talking on the street was inappropriate.

At that moment, Victor realized that for the first time in many years, he truly needed to be not a businessman, but simply a person willing to take responsibility for what he had once walked away from.