« Yes, » she replied. « There’s a whole world in there. Better than in the movies. »
« You can go to the cinema too, » he smiled. « Whenever you want—just say so. »
She looked up at him with a serious expression.
« Can I… stay here? Not just today, but… for real? »
Richard hesitated for a moment. He read the fear in her eyes — the fear of being sent back, that it was all just a truce.
« Emily, » he said confidently, « now you have a home. Remember: you are not a guest. »
The little girl smiled — a real, broad smile that lit up her face.
But not everyone shared the teacher’s enthusiasm. The next day, no sooner had Richard left for the office than Mrs. Carter called the little girl.
« Emily, » she said gravely, « you must understand: people will talk about you. They will say that you don’t belong here. It’s up to you to prove them wrong. »
« How… do I prove it? » asked the little girl, bewildered.
« By being honest, respectful, and grateful. Don’t take advantage of Mr. Evans’ kindness. If he has taken you under his wing, honor that gesture. »
Emily nodded. She understood every single one of those words.
That same day, Richard took her to town. They stopped at a clothing store: dresses, shoes, a coat and even a schoolbag.
« I can’t… it’s too expensive, » Emily murmured, clutching a very soft sweater to her.
« Your life begins now, » he replied. « And it won’t be lived in rags. »
The saleswomen smiled as she shyly turned in front of the mirror. Deep down, though, Emily knew: acceptance wasn’t just about new clothes. The world of the wealthy was splendid, but it could be cruel.
And she already sensed that trials awaited her.
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