Old Woman Shelters Homeless Girl and Robbers Sneak Into Her House That Night – Story of the Day
When Rose saw snow starting to fall, she took a homeless girl, Sarah, home for the night. However, the older woman woke up to some noise and shouts. Then she saw the girl shaking and holding a frying pan in her hands. That’s when Rose knew she had to do more for Sarah.
“Come on, girl. It’s going to start snowing pretty heavy soon. Come with me,” Ms. Rose Walton insisted, pulling the homeless girl up from the floor outside the local bakery. “I can’t in good conscience leave a girl like you out stranded like this.”
“I’m not exactly a girl, ma’am. I’m 18 already,” the girl responded with a twisted grin but followed the old woman.
Rose decided to invite the homeless girl to her house for the night. | Source: Shutterstock
“Please, girl. You might be 18, but when you’re as old as I am, you see everyone under 20 as a little girl. Although, you definitely look way younger than 18. Now, let’s talk while we walk to my house. I’m Rose Walton. What’s your name?” the older woman asked sternly as she continued to trek with her cane.
“I’m Sarah, Ms. Walton, and you really don’t have to do this. I can go back to the shelter…” Sarah trailed off.
“What happened at the shelter?”
“Let’s just say that there are some bad people there, and those that run it are no better either,” she revealed to the older woman.
“See? That’s the thing. All our tax money is filling people’s pockets instead of changing lives. But you’re coming home with me tonight, and we’ll see what we can do tomorrow,” Ms. Walton comforted the young woman.
They finally reached her house, which sat in a suburban area of Jackson, Wyoming. Sarah looked at it in marvel, as it seemed out of a Christmas movie with tons of decorations and a homey feel.
Sarah marveled at the decorations outside Rose’s house. | Source: Unsplash
“You’ll have to forgive me. I love Christmas, and I have collected tons of decorations in my long lifetime,” Ms. Walton said humorously as she opened her door and ushered Sarah inside.
“Oh, no, Ms. Walton. I love Christmas too. I just haven’t enjoyed it in a long time since my mother died,” Sarah replied. Rose looked at her tenderly and insisted on getting her a cup of hot chocolate as well as her recently-baked Christmas cookies.