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Billionaire Saw His 9-Year-Old Daughter Begging on the Street — What Happened Next... | Sage Tales Africa | YouTubeToText
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A wealthy man's chance encounter with a destitute child leads him to discover his long-lost wife and daughter, prompting a journey of reconciliation, forgiveness, and profound social impact.
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The black car moved slowly through the
busy street. Inside sat Bulma, a very
rich man. [music] He wore a fine suit.
His driver took him to an important
meeting. The sun was hot and bright.
[music] People walked on both sides of
the road. Bulma looked out through the
dark window. He saw shops and houses.
[music] He saw women selling fruit. Then
he saw something that made his heart
stop. A small girl sat on the ground
near the road. She wore torn, dirty
clothes. Her face was covered in dust.
She held out her small hand to people
passing by. She was begging for money.
Bulma told his driver to stop the car.
[music] The driver looked surprised, but
he stopped. Bulma opened the door and
stepped out. [music] He walked toward
the little girl. His shoes were shiny
and expensive. The ground was dusty and
rough. When he got close, he looked at
the girl carefully. She had big brown
[music] eyes. Her hair was rough and
unccombed. She looked up at him with
those big eyes.
Bulma felt something strange in his
chest. The girl looked exactly like his
wife. The same eyes, the same nose, the
same shape of face. [music]
But how could this be? The girl did not
speak. She just kept her hand out. Bulma
reached into his pocket. [music] He
pulled out some money and put it in her
hand. The girl looked at the money. Her
eyes grew wide. She had never seen so
much money before. Bulma bent down so
his face was close to hers. "Where is
your mother?" he asked. The girl looked
[music] down. She did not answer. Bulma
asked again, "Where do you live?" The
girl pointed down the street. She
pointed to a small house far away. It
looked old and broken. Bulma stood up
straight. His mind was full of
questions. Who was this girl? Why did
she look like [music] his wife? Before
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story. Bulma walked back to his car. He
told his driver to follow the girl. The
girl stood up and started walking. She
did not know Bulma was following her.
She walked slowly because her feet were
bare and dirty. The ground was hot from
the sun. [music] She turned into a
narrow path between two houses. Bulma
got out of the car again. He told the
driver to wait. He followed the girl on
foot. The path was dirty. There was
trash on both sides. Bulma had never
walked in a place like this before.
[music] He always stayed in clean, rich
areas. The girl stopped at a very small
house. The walls were made of old wood
and metal sheets. The roof had holes in
it. She pushed open a wooden door and
went inside. Bulma waited outside for a
moment. Then he walked to the door. He
knocked softly. No one answered. He
pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark. It smelled [music]
bad. There was no furniture, just some
old cloths on the floor. In the corner,
he saw a woman lying down. She looked
very sick. Her eyes were closed. The
little girl sat next to her and touched
her face. "Mama," [music] the girl said
softly. "Mama, wake up." "I brought
money." The woman did not move. Bulma
walked closer. [music] He looked at the
woman on the floor. His heart almost
stopped again. He knew this face. He
knew it very well. It was Fana, his
wife, [music] but his wife was dead. She
died 9 years ago. Everyone told him she
died. There was even a funeral.
He cried for many months. But now here
she was lying on the floor in this
terrible place. How could this be
possible? [snorts] Bulma felt like his
legs would break under him. He held the
wall to stay standing. "Fana," [music]
he said in a quiet voice. The woman did
not move. He said it louder. Funa. The
little girl looked up at him. [music]
She looked scared. Who are you? The girl
asked. Why do you know my mama name?
Bulma did not answer her. He bent down
and touched Fana's face. Her skin was
hot. [music] She had a fever. He shook
her shoulder gently. Fana, wake up.
[music] It is me. It is Bulma. The woman
eyes opened slowly. [music] She looked
at him, but her eyes were not clear. She
did not seem to know who he was. Then
her eyes closed again. Bulma stood up
fast. He pulled out his [music] phone.
He called his driver. "Bring the car
here now," he said. He gave the driver
directions. Then he bent down and picked
up Funana. [music] She was so light, too
light. She was very thin. The little
girl stood up fast. "What are you
doing?" she cried. "Where are you taking
my mama?" Bulma looked at her. I am
taking her to the hospital, he said. She
[music] is very sick. She will die if we
do not help her. Come with me. The girl
did not move. She looked afraid. Bulma
reached out his hand. Please, he said.
[music] Trust me, I will not hurt you.
The girl took his hand. They walked out
of the small house. The driver had
brought the car close. Bulma laid Fana
in the back seat. [music] The girl
climbed in next to her. Bulma sat in
front. Drive to Mercy Hospital, he told
the driver. Drive fast. [music] The car
moved quickly through the streets. Bulma
kept turning around to look at Fana. She
did not wake up. Her breathing was slow
and weak. The little girl held her
mother hand and cried softly. Bulma felt
his own eyes fill with tears. How did
this happen? How did his wife end up in
that terrible place? And who was this
little girl? [music] They reached the
hospital in 15 minutes. Bulma jumped
out. He opened the back door and lifted
Fana again. He ran into the hospital.
Nurses saw him and rushed over with a
bed on wheels. They laid Fana on the
bed. They asked Bulma questions. What is
her name? How long has she been sick?
What happened to her? Bulma tried to
answer, but he did not know much. He
just said she had a fever. [music] She
was unconscious. Please help her. The
nurses took Fana through some big doors.
Bulma tried to follow, but a nurse
stopped him. "You must wait here," she
said. [music] Bulma stood in the waiting
area. The little girl stood next to him.
She looked so small and lost.
Her dirty clothes stood out in the clean
white hospital. People stared at them.
Bulma looked down at the girl. "What is
your name?" he [music] asked. The girl
looked up at him. "My name is Zara," she
said [music] quietly. "How old are you?"
Bulma asked. I am 9 years old, Zara
said. [music] Bulma closed his eyes. 9
years old. The same amount of time since
Fana disappeared. This child was his
daughter. He was sure of it now. But how
could he tell her? How could he explain?
[music] A doctor came out after 30
minutes. He walked to Bulma. Are you
family? The doctor [music] asked. Yes,
Bulma said. She is my wife. This is our
daughter. The doctor looked surprised,
but he did not [music] ask questions.
Your wife is very sick. The doctor said
she has malaria and she is very [music]
weak from hunger. She has not eaten good
food in a long time. We are giving her
medicine and fluids now. She should wake
up soon, but she needs to stay here for
some days. We must make her strong
again. Bulma nodded. Do whatever she
needs, he said. [music] Money is not a
problem. The doctor went back inside.
Bulma sat down on a chair. Zara sat next
to him. >> [music]
>> [music]
>> They did not talk. Bulma mind was
spinning with questions. After 1 hour, a
nurse came out. She said they could see
Funa now. Bulma and Zara followed the
nurse to a room. Funa was lying on a
clean white bed. There were tubes in her
arm. Machines beeped softly next to her,
but her eyes were open. She turned her
head when they walked in. [music]
When she saw Bulma, her eyes filled with
tears. "Bulma," she whispered. Her voice
was so weak. Bulma walked to the bed. He
did not know what to say. Zara ran to
the other side and held her mother hand.
Mama, you are awake. Zara said. Fana
smiled at her daughter. Then she looked
back at Bulma. I am sorry, she said.
Tears ran down her face. I am so sorry.
Bulma pulled a chair close to the bed.
[music] He sat down. [clears throat]
What happened? He asked. Where have you
been? Why did everyone think you were
dead? Fana closed her eyes. It is a long
story, she [music] said. A terrible
story. Funa started to speak. Her voice
was soft and Bulma had to lean close to
hear. 9 years ago, she said, I was
pregnant. You remember? We were so
happy. We were going to have our first
child. But your mother did not like me.
She never liked me. [music] She wanted
you to marry someone else, someone from
a rich family. But you chose me instead.
Your mother was very angry. She tried
many times to break us apart, but we
stayed together. Then I got pregnant. I
thought maybe she would be happy. Maybe
she would accept [music] me then. But I
was wrong. One day, Funa continued,
"Your mother came to our house. You were
[music] not home. You were at work." She
told me to follow her. She said she
wanted to buy things for the baby.
[music] I believed her. I went with her
in her car, but she did not take me to a
shop. She took me far away from the city
to a place I did not know. There were
some men waiting there. [music] Bad men.
Your mother gave them money. She told
them to take me away. She said I should
never come back. [music] She said if I
came back she would kill me and my baby.
The men put me in a truck. Fana said
they drove for many hours. Then they
left me in a village very far away. I
had no money. I had no phone. I did not
know anyone there. I was so scared.
[music] I tried to find help. I tried to
tell people who I was, but no one
believed me. I had no papers, [music]
no identification. I was just a pregnant
woman with nothing. I lived on the
streets. I begged for food. Then Zara
was born. I had my baby in a small
hospital. [music] The people there were
kind, but they had no money to help me
more. For 9 years, Fana said, I tried to
survive. I did small jobs. I washed
clothes. I cleaned houses, [music] but I
was always sick. I could not work much.
Zar and I moved from place to place. We
had no home. Sometimes we slept outside.
Sometimes people let us sleep in their
old buildings. I wanted to find you so
many times, but I was afraid. Your
mother said she would kill me. She said
she had people watching. [music] I was
so afraid she would find me and hurt
Zara. So, I stayed hidden. I stayed
away. But I never [music] stopped
thinking about you. Bulma listened to
every word. His hands shook with anger.
His mother did this. His own mother. She
took away his wife. [music] She took
away his daughter.
She let him think they were dead. She
even made a fake funeral. Bulma
remembered that day. He remembered
crying next to the coffin. He remembered
people telling him sorry for his loss.
It was all a lie. His mother lied to
everyone. She destroyed his life. She
destroyed Funana life. and she took away
nine years he could have spent with his
daughter. "Where is your mother now?"
Fana asked quietly. Bulma [music] looked
at her. "She is at my house," he said.
"She lives with me. When you
disappeared, she told me you ran away.
She [music] said you did not want to be
married anymore. She said you left a
note." I did not believe it at first,
but then the police found your clothes
by the river. They said you drowned.
They said your body was swept away.
There was a funeral. Everyone came.
[music] Everyone cried. My mother cried
the most. She held me and said sorry for
my loss. All this time she knew. She
knew you were alive. I will deal with
her. Bulma said his voice was hard and
cold. [music] She will pay for what she
did. But first you need to get better.
You need to [music] rest. Fana nodded.
She looked at Zara. The little girl was
quiet. She looked confused. She did not
understand everything they were saying.
Bulma looked at Zara too. He reached out
and touched her head gently. "Zara," he
said. [music] "Do you know who I am?"
Zara shook her head. Bulma took a deep
breath. "I am your father," he said.
Zara eyes grew big. She looked at her
mother. Fana nodded and smiled. Zara
looked back at Bulma. "But I never had a
father," she said.
Mama always said my father was far away.
She said maybe one day I would meet him.
[music] Are you really my papa? Bulma
felt tears coming to his eyes. Yes, he
said. I am your papa. I did not know you
were alive. If I knew, I would have
found you. I would have brought you
home. [music] I would have taken care of
you and your mama. Zara stared at him
for a long moment. Then she moved slowly
around the bed. She came to Bulma's
side. [music] She looked up at him with
those big eyes. "Can I hug you?" Zara
asked. Bulma could not speak. He just
nodded. Zara wrapped her small arms
around him. Bulma hugged her back. He
held his daughter for the first time.
She smelled like dust and dirt, but he
did not care. She was his child, [music]
his little girl. He had missed 9 years
of her life, nine birthdays, [music] 9
years of watching her grow. But he would
not miss anymore. He would make up for
everything. He held her tight and cried.
Funa watched them and cried too. After
so many years of pain, [music] they were
finally together again. Bulma stayed at
the hospital all day. He did not go to
his meeting. He did not go to work. He
called his assistant and told her to
cancel everything. He bought new clothes
for Zara from the hospital shop. He
bought food for her. Zara ate like she
had never seen food before. [music]
She ate rice and chicken and drank
juice. She smiled while she ate. Bulma
watched her and his heart broke. His
daughter had been starving, living
[music] on the streets, begging for
food. While he lived in a big house with
everything he needed. [music] It was not
fair. It was not right. As the sun
started to go down, Bulma called his
driver. "Take me home," he said. "I need
to get some things. [music] Then I will
come back." He told Fana he would return
soon. He kissed her forehead. He kissed
Zara head. Then he left the [music]
hospital. In the car, he sat quietly.
His mind was making a plan. He knew what
he had to do. When he reached his big
house, the gates opened. The car drove
up the long driveway. [music] The house
was huge and beautiful. It had tall
white walls and big windows. Gardens
surrounded it. [music] This was where
Bulma lived. This was where Zara should
have grown up. Bulma walked into the
house. His mother was sitting in the
living room. She was watching
television. When she saw him, she
smiled. Bulma, you are home. She said,
"How was your meeting?" Bulma did not
smile back. He walked straight to her.
His face was hard. His eyes were cold.
His mother face changed. [music] She
looked worried. "What is wrong?" she
asked. Bulma stood in front of her. "I
found Fana," he said. [music] His mother
face went white. She opened her mouth,
but no sound came out. I found my wife,"
Bulma [music] said again. "The wife you
told me was dead." "The wife you made
disappear." "I know everything. I know
what you did." His mother stood up fast.
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I
did not do anything. I do not know what
you are talking about." Bulma laughed,
but it was not a happy laugh. Do not lie
to me anymore, he said. [music] Fana
told me everything. You took her away.
You paid men to dump her far from here. >> [music]
>> [music]
>> You threatened to kill her. You let me
think she drowned. You made me bury an
empty coffin. [music] His mother started
to cry. I did it for you. She said,
"That woman was not good for you. She
came from nothing. She had no family, no
money, [music]
no education. You are a rich man. You
needed a wife from a good family,
someone who could help you, someone who
could give you strong children. I was
protecting you." Bulma felt so much
anger he could barely [music] breathe.
protecting me," he shouted. "You
destroyed my life. You took away my
wife. You took away my daughter." "Yes,
I have a daughter. She is 9 years old.
She has been living on the streets
[music] begging for food because of
you." His mother face changed. "A
daughter?" she whispered. "You have a
child?" Bulma nodded. "Her name is
Zara," he said. "She is beautiful and
smart, and she has suffered every day of
her life because of what you did. His
mother sat down slowly. She put her face
in her hands. I did not know she was
pregnant, she said quietly. I did not
know there was a child. Bulma knew that
was a lie. His mother had even pretended
to buy things for the baby that day.
Bulma did not care. It does not matter.
He said [music] what you did was evil.
You are not my mother anymore. I want
you out of my house tonight. Pack your
things and leave. His mother looked up
at him. Bulma, please. She said, I am
your mother. Where will I go?
What will I do? Bulma turned away from
her. I do not care. He said, [music] you
did not care what happened to Fana. You
did not care about your own grandchild.
So, I do not care what happens to you.
You have 1 hour to pack. Then I want you
gone. If you are still here after 1
hour, I will call the police. I will
tell them [music] everything. They will
arrest you. His mother started to cry
harder, but Bulma did not look at her.
He walked out of the living room and
went upstairs. Bulma went to his
bedroom. He packed a bag with clothes
and things he needed. Then he went to
another room. [music] It was empty. It
used to be a guest room. He decided this
would be Zara room. He would fill it
with toys and books and everything a
little girl needed. He would make it
beautiful for her. He stood in the room
and imagined Zara playing there.
imagined her laughing and happy, [music]
safe and loved. It made him smile. Then
he heard a car start outside. He looked
out the window. He saw his mother driver
putting suitcases in a car. Then his
mother came out. She got in the car. She
did not look back. [music] The car drove
away. Bulma felt nothing as he watched
her go. No sadness, no guilt. She made
her choice 9 years ago. Now he was
making his. [music] He picked up his bag
and went back downstairs. He told the
housekeepers and cooks what happened. He
told them his wife and daughter were
coming home soon. He told them to
prepare rooms and food. Everyone looked
shocked, but they nodded. [music] They
started to work immediately. Bulma got
back in his car. His driver took him
back to the hospital. It was dark now.
The hospital lights were bright [music]
against the night sky. Bulma went back
to Fana room. She was sleeping. Zara was
curled up in a chair next to the bed.
She was sleeping, too. Bulma sat down
quietly. He watched them both, his
family. After nine long years, he had
his family back. A nurse came in to
check on Fana. She saw Bulma and smiled.
"Your wife is doing much better," she
said quietly. "The medicine is [music]
working. She should be able to go home
in 3 or 4 days." Bulma thanked her. The
nurse left. Bulma leaned back in his
chair. He closed his eyes. He was tired,
but he did not want to leave. He wanted
to be close to them. The next morning,
Fana woke up. She looked much better.
Her eyes were brighter. Her face had
more color. Zara woke up too. [music] A
nurse brought breakfast for all of them.
They ate together. Bulma told Fana that
his mother was gone. He told her she
would never bother them again. Fana
cried with relief. She had been so
afraid for so long. [music]
Now that fear was gone, Bulma held her
hand. Everything will be different now,
he promised. We will be a family. We
will be happy. Fana smiled. She believed
him. For the next 3 days, Bulma came to
the hospital everyday. He brought gifts
for Zara. Dolls and coloring books and
pretty dresses. Zara could not believe
all the things [music] she was getting.
She had never owned anything new before.
Everything she ever had was old or
broken or thrown away by someone else.
[music] Now she had beautiful new
things. She smiled all the time. She
laughed and played. Bulma loved watching
her. Every moment with her was precious.
He was learning who his daughter was,
what she liked, what made her happy. He
was falling in love with her more each
day. [music] On the fourth day, the
doctor said Fana could go home. Bulma
brought new clothes for her, too. a
beautiful dress and shoes. Funa put them
on. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She could not believe it. [music] She
looked like a different person, not the
sick beggar woman anymore. She looked
like herself again, [music] like the
woman she used to be. Bulma stood behind
her. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"You are beautiful," he said. "You
[music] have always been beautiful."
Fana turned and hugged him. "Thank you,"
she whispered. "Thank you for finding
us. Thank you for not giving up on me.
They left the hospital together. [music]
Zara held both their hands. She walked
between her mom and papa. She felt safe
for the first time in her life. The car
was waiting outside. They all got in.
Bulma told the driver to take them home.
[music] Zara pressed her face against
the window. She watched the city pass
by. She had walked these streets so many
times, [music] begging, hungry, dirty.
Now she was riding in a nice car [music]
going to a home with her mom and papa.
It felt like a dream. She was afraid she
would wake up and find herself back in
that terrible little house with the
holes in the roof. But it was not a
dream. The car turned into a big gate.
It drove up a long road with trees on
both sides. Then Zara saw the house. Her
mouth fell open. [clears throat] It was
[music] the biggest house she had ever
seen, bigger than 10 houses put
together. It was white and beautiful
with flowers all around. "Is this where
we are going?" Zara asked. Bulma smiled.
"This is where we live now," he said.
"This is our home." Zara looked at her
mama. Fana was crying again, but she was
smiling too. "It is real," Fana said to
her daughter. "We are home." The car
stopped in front of the house.
The driver opened the door. Bulma got
out first, then he helped Fana, then he
lifted Zara out. The front door opened
and people came out, the housekeepers
and the cook and the gardener. They all
smiled and welcomed them. Bulma
introduced everyone to Funana and Zara.
Then he led them inside. The house
[music] was even more beautiful inside.
Everything was clean and shiny. There
were big sofas and pictures on the
walls. Zara had never seen anything like
it. She was afraid to touch anything.
She thought she might break something.
Bulma saw her fear. He bent down to her
level. "This is your home," he said.
[music] "You can touch anything you
want. You can go anywhere you want. You
do not have to be afraid." Zara looked
at him with big eyes. [music]
"Really?" she asked. "Really?" Bulma
said. "Come, let me show you your room."
He took her hand and led her upstairs.
Funa followed. They walked down a long
hallway. Bulma stopped at a door. He
opened it. Zara walked in and gasped.
The room was pink and purple. her
favorite colors. There was a big bed
with soft pillows, toys on shelves,
books on a desk, dolls, and stuffed
animals everywhere. [music] It was the
most beautiful room she had ever seen.
"Is this mine?" Zara asked. [music] She
could not believe it. "All mine," Bulma
nodded. "All yours," he said. [music]
"You can play here, sleep here, keep all
your things here. This is your special
place." Zar ran to the bed and jumped on
it. It was so [music] soft, like jumping
on a cloud. She laughed and laughed.
Funia and Bulma watched her. They held
each other and cried happy tears. [music]
[music]
This was how life should have been all
along. But at least now they could start
again. They could give Zara the
childhood she deserved. Even if it was 9
years late, days turned into weeks. Funa
got stronger. [music] She gained weight.
Her skin glowed again. Her smile came
back. Bulma hired a tutor for Zara. She
had never been to school. She did not
know how to read or write, but she was
smart. She learned fast. Every day she
learned new things, letters and numbers
and words. She loved learning. [music]
She loved having books. She would sit
for hours looking at pictures and trying
to read the words. Bulma would help her.
He would sit with her and teach her.
Those moments were his favorite. He was
finally being a father.
One evening, Bulma sat with Fana on the
balcony. They watched the sunset
together. Zara was inside doing her
lessons. Funa leaned against Bulma
shoulder. I still cannot believe this is
real, she said. [music]
Sometimes I wake up at night and I am
afraid I will be back in that little
house, back on the streets. Bulma kissed
her head. You will never go back there.
[music] He said, "I promise you we are
together now. Nothing will separate us
again." Funa [music] smiled. She felt
peaceful. For 9 years, she lived in
fear. Now she was safe. [music] Her
daughter was safe. They had a home. They
had love. That was all that mattered.
Months passed. Zara was like a different
child. She was healthy and strong. Her
hair grew long and beautiful. She wore
pretty clothes. She went to a real
school now. [music] She made friends.
She laughed every day. Sometimes Bulma
would watch her play and he would feel
sad. Sad for all the time they lost. Sad
for all the suffering she went through.
But then Zara would run to him and hug
him and call him papa. And the sadness
would fade because she was here now.
[music] She was happy now. That was what
mattered. The past was gone. They could
not change it. [music] But they could
make a beautiful future. One day a
police officer came to the house.
[music] He asked to speak to Bulma.
Bulma went to meet him. The officer said
he had news about Bulma mother. [music]
She had been arrested. Someone reported
her for fraud and other crimes. [music]
When the police investigated, they found
out about many bad things she had done.
Bulma told [music] the police everything
she did to Funana. The officer wrote it
all down. He said Bulma mother would go
to court. She would likely go to prison.
Bulma felt nothing when he heard this.
His mother chose her path. Now she had
to face the consequences. Bulma did not
tell Fana right away. [music] He did not
want to upset her. But that night after
Zara went to bed, he told her. Fana
listened quietly. When he finished, she
was quiet for a long time. Then she said
something that surprised him. I forgive
her. Bulma looked at her shocked. How
can you forgive her? He [music] asked.
After everything she did to you, to us?
Fana shook her head. If I hold anger in
my heart, she said, it will only hurt
me. She already took nine years from us.
I will not let her take anymore. [music]
I choose to forgive. I choose to be
happy. I choose to focus on our family.
Bulma looked at his wife with so much
love. She was stronger than he ever
knew, stronger than anyone he knew. She
survived 9 years of hell and she came
out with a kind heart. He held her
close. "You are amazing," he said. "I do
not deserve you." Fana [music] smiled.
"Yes, you do," she said. You found us.
You saved us. You gave us a home. You
are a good man, Bulma. We are lucky to
have you. They sat together in
comfortable silence. [music] Outside,
the night was quiet and peaceful.
Inside, their home was full of love. 2
years went by. Zara was now 11 years
old. [music] She was top of her class in
school. She loved to read and write. She
wanted to be a teacher when she grew up.
[music] She wanted to help other
children learn. Bulma was so proud of
her. Funa started her own small
business. She made clothes and sold
them. She was [music] good at it. Her
business grew. She hired other women to
help her. Women who had hard lives like
she did. She gave them jobs and hope.
She gave them a chance to take care of
their families. Bulma supported her and
everything. [music] He was proud of her,
too. One Saturday morning, Bulma woke up
early. He had a plan. He went to wake up
Fana and Zara. Get dressed, [music] he
said. We are going somewhere special.
They got ready quickly. They got in the
car and drove into the city. Zara asked
where they were going, [music] but Bulma
just smiled. It is a surprise, he said.
They drove to the part of the city where
Bulma first found Zara. [music] The
streets looked the same, dirty and
crowded. Poor people walking around.
Zara looked out the window. She
remembered this place. [music] She used
to live here. The car stopped in front
of an old building. Bulma got out.
"Come," he said. They all got out and
followed him. He led them inside the
building. It had been fixed up. It was
clean now. There were rooms with beds
and tables. [music] There was a kitchen
with food. There were people there, poor
people, homeless people, people who
looked like Zara and Fana used to look.
Bulma turned to his family. "I bought
this building," he said. I made it into
a shelter. A place where people with no
home can come. They can sleep here, eat
here, get help finding jobs. I did this
because of you, Zara. Because of what
you went through. I never want another
child to sleep on the streets. Funa
started crying. Zara hugged her papa
tight. [music] You are the best papa in
the world, she said. Bulma smiled. I am
just trying to make things better, he
said. The three of them spent the day at
the shelter. They helped serve food.
They talked to people. They listened to
their stories. Many of the people cried
when they heard Zara's story. They were
happy to know that there was hope, that
things [music] could get better, that
someone cared about them. Bulma promised
to help as many as he could. It was his
way of giving back, his way of saying
thank you for his family. As the sun
began to set, they got back in the car
to go home. Zara sat between her
parents. She held both their hands.
[music] She looked at her mama, then at
her papa. Then she said something that
made them both cry. I am happy, she
said. Even though bad things happened, I
am happy now because we are together.
Because we have love. That is more
important than anything. Bulma and Funa
hugged their daughter. She was right.
Love was the most important thing. It
was what saved them. It was what healed
them. It was what made them a family.
When they got home, they had dinner
together. They talked and laughed. They
told stories. After dinner, Zara went to
her room to read. Bulma and Fana sat
outside under the stars. Life [music] is
good, Fana said. Better than I ever
dreamed. Bulma agreed. They had been
through so much pain, so much suffering,
but they made it through. They survived.
And now they were stronger. Their love
was stronger. Nothing could break them
apart again. They sat together in the
warm night air, [music] thankful for
every moment, thankful for each other,
thankful for their daughter, [music]
thankful for their second chance. Years
continued to pass. Zara grew into a
beautiful young woman. She finished
school with top marks. She went to
university to study education. [music]
She wanted to be a teacher just like she
always dreamed. Bulma business continued
to grow. He opened more shelters in
different cities. He helped thousands of
people. Fana business grew too. She
became wellknown for her beautiful
clothes. She employed over 50 women now.
But no matter how busy they were,
[music] they always made time for each
other. Family dinner every night, family
trips on holidays. [music] They never
took their time together for granted.
One evening when Zara was home from
university, the three of them sat
together in the living room. Zara looked
at her parents. "Can I ask you
something?" she said. "Of course," Bulma
[music] said. Zara took a breath. "Do
you ever think about what your life
would have been like if Papa had not
found us that day? If we had stayed on
the streets?" Fana and Bulma looked at
each other. [music] Then Fana spoke. "I
try not to think about it," she said.
"Because it hurts too much. But yes,
sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I remember
how close we were to dying, how sick I
was, how hungry you were. [music] We
might not have survived another month.
Bulma reached over and held Funa hand.
But I did find you, he said. [music] And
I thank God every day that I looked out
that car window, that I saw you, Zara,
that I stopped the car. It was like
something made me look, something made
me stop. Maybe it was [music] fate.
Maybe it was God. I do not know. But I
am grateful. Zara [music] smiled. I am
grateful too. She said, "I am grateful
for my life, for my family, [music] for
everything we have. Not just the house
and the money, but the love. That is
what matters [music] most." Bulma and
Fana nodded. Their daughter was wise
beyond her years. She understood what
was truly important. The conversation
that night stayed with all of them. It
reminded them of how precious life was,
[music] how quickly things could change,
how important it was to be kind, to help
[music] others, to never take anything
for granted. Bulma continued his work
helping the poor. Funa continued
employing women who needed help. [music]
Zara volunteered at the shelters her
father built. She taught children how to
read and write. She gave them hope. She
showed them that no matter where
[clears throat] you came from, you could
have a good life. You could be happy.
you could make your dreams come true.
One day, many years later, Bulma got a
call from the prison. His mother was
very sick. She was dying. They asked if
he wanted to visit her. Bulma did not
know what to do. He talked to Fana about
it. Part of him wanted to say no. Wanted
to let her die alone like she left Fana
to die. But Fana encouraged him to go.
She said holding on to anger would only
hurt him. That forgiveness was freedom.
So Bulma went to the prison. He walked
into the medical room. His mother was
lying in a bed. [music] She looked old
and thin, so different from how he
remembered her. When she saw him, tears
filled her eyes. "Bulma," she whispered.
"You came." Bulma sat down next to the
bed. He did not speak. His mother
reached out a shaking hand.
[music and clears throat] "I am sorry,"
she said. Her voice was weak and raspy.
"I am so sorry for everything I did. I
was wrong. I was selfish and cruel. I
destroyed your happiness. I hurt
innocent [music] people. I have spent
every day in this prison thinking about
what I did, regretting it. I do not
expect you to forgive me. I do not
deserve forgiveness. But I need you to
know that I am truly sorry. Bulma looked
at his mother. He saw an old broken
woman. Not the strong, proud woman who
raised him. Prison [music] and guilt had
destroyed her. I forgave you a long time
ago, Bulma said quietly. [music] Not
because you deserve it, but because I
deserve peace. I have a beautiful
family, a wonderful wife, an amazing
daughter. I have built a good life. I
will not let anger live in my heart
anymore. His mother cried harder. "How
is [music] she?" his mother asked. "Your
daughter?" Bulma smiled a little. "She
is perfect," he said. "She [music] is
smart and kind. She is in university
now. She wants to help people. She wants
to make the world better. His mother
closed her eyes. I wish I could meet
her. She said, "I wish I could tell her
I am sorry. Tell her I was wrong. Maybe
one day," Bulma said. "But not today.
She has suffered enough because of you.
I will not bring that pain back into her
life unless she chooses it." His mother
nodded slowly. She [music] understood.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Then his mother spoke again. Take care
of them, she said. Love them with
everything you have. Do not make the
same mistakes I made. Do not let pride
and greed destroy what is important.
Family is [music] everything. Love is
everything. I learned that too late. Do
not be like me. Bulma [music] nodded. I
will not, he promised. I learn from your
mistakes. I will do better. His mother
smiled weakly. Then her eyes closed. She
was tired. [music]
Bulma stood up. He looked at her one
last time. "Goodbye, mother," he said.
Then he walked out. He drove home. When
[clears throat] he got there, Fign and
Zara were in the kitchen making dinner.
[music] They looked up when he walked
in. "How did it go?" Fana asked. Bulma
hugged her. "It was hard," he said. "But
I am glad I went. I made peace with her.
Now I can let it go completely." Fana
[music] kissed his cheek. I am proud of
you, she said. That took strength. Zara
hugged him too. You are a good person,
Papa. She said. Two weeks later, Bulma
got another call. His mother had passed
away. The funeral was small. Just Bulma
and a few people from the prison. Bulma
stood at her grave and said a prayer.
[music] He prayed for her soul. He
prayed that she found peace. Then he
left and went home to his family. He did
not cry. He did not feel sad. He just
felt closure. That chapter of his life
was over. Now he could focus completely
on the future, on building more
shelters, on helping more people,
[music] on loving his family, on living
a good life. More years passed. Zara
graduated from university. She became a
teacher just like she dreamed. She
taught at a school in a poor area. She
worked with children who came from hard
backgrounds. Children like she used to
be. She understood them. She knew their
struggles. She gave them hope and
encouragement. She showed them that
education could change their lives. Many
of her students went on to do great
things. [music] They remembered her
kindness. They remembered how she
believed in them when no one else did.
Zara became known as one of the best
teachers in the city. One day, Zara came
home with news. [music] She had met
someone, a good man. His name was
Tendai. He was a doctor. He worked at a
hospital in the poor part of town.
[music] He treated people who could not
afford to pay. He was kind and generous
just like Zara. They fell in love. Bulma
and Fana met Tendai. They liked him
immediately. [music] They could see he
loved their daughter truly. Not for her
family money or status, but for who she
was, for her heart, for her spirit. They
gave their blessing. 6 months later,
Zara and Tendai got married. [music] It
was a beautiful wedding, full of joy and
love and laughter. Bulma stood up to
give a speech at the wedding. [music] He
looked at all the people gathered there,
friends and family, people they had
helped over the years, [music] people
whose lives had been changed by their
kindness. Then he looked at his
daughter. She looked so beautiful in her
white dress, so happy. He remembered the
little girl in dirty rags begging on the
street. He remembered how scared she
looked, how thin and hungry. Now look at
her. Strong and confident, educated and
successful, loved and happy. It was like
a miracle. He began [music] to speak. 20
years ago, Bulma said, "I lost
everything. I lost my wife. I thought
she was dead. [music] I was heartbroken.
I was alone. I thought my life was over.
But then one day, God gave me a gift. I
was driving through the city. I looked
out my window and I saw a little girl. A
little girl in rags begging on the
street. [music] Something made me stop.
Something made me look closer. That
little girl was my daughter. And that
little girl led me back to my wife, back
to my family. That day changed
everything. [music] It gave me back my
life. It gave me purpose. It taught me
what was truly important. Bulma
continued, "My daughter Zara has taught
me so much. She taught me about
strength, about resilience, [music]
about forgiveness. She suffered things
no child should suffer. But she did not
become bitter. She did not become angry.
[music] She became kind. She became
loving. She used her pain to help
others. She became a teacher to give
other children the chances she never had
as a child. I am so proud of the woman
she has become. [music]
And I know she will be a wonderful wife
to Tendai because she has a heart full
of love and love is the most powerful
thing in the world. Everyone clapped and
cried. [music] Zara ran to her father
and hugged him. Thank you, Papa. She
whispered. Thank you for saving us.
Thank you for loving us. Thank you for
giving me a life. Bulma held his
daughter tight. No, he said, "Thank
[music] you for saving me. You brought
me back to life. You gave me a reason to
be better, to do better. You are my
greatest blessing." [music] They stood
there hugging while everyone watched.
There was not a dry eye in the room. It
was a moment of pure love, pure joy,
pure gratitude. The wedding celebration
went late into the night. People danced
and sang and ate. Bulma danced with
Fana. They held each other close and
swayed to the music. "Can you [music]
believe it?" Fana said. "Our baby girl
is married. Where did the time go?"
Bulma smiled. "It went to good places,"
he said. "We used it well. [music] We
built a good life. We raised a good
daughter. We helped many people. We have
no regrets. Funaya laid her head on his
chest. [music] No regrets, she agreed.
Only gratitude, only love. They danced
together as the stars shone above them.
Two people who had been through hell,
but who found their way [music] back to
each other. And who built heaven on
earth after the wedding life continued.
Zar and Tendai had children. Three
beautiful children. [music] Two boys and
a girl. Bulma and Fana became
grandparents. They love spoiling their
grandchildren. They told them stories,
played with them, taught them important
lessons. [music]
The children loved visiting their
grandparents' big house. They loved the
gardens and the toys and the attention.
[music] But most of all, they loved the
love. The house was always full of love
and laughter. It was a happy home, a
blessed home, a home built on
forgiveness and second chances. Bulma
never stopped his charity work. Even as
he got older, he continued helping
people. [music] He built schools in poor
areas. He built hospitals. He created
programs to help people start
businesses. He gave thousands of people
opportunities they never would have had.
People called him a hero. But Bulma
always said he was not a hero. He was
just a man who was given a second
chance. [music]
And he chose to use that chance to help
others, to make the world a little bit
better, to spread the love he had been
shown. That was all. Nothing special,
just what any person should do if they
had the means. Funa also continued her
work. Her clothing business became one
of the biggest in the country, but she
never forgot where she came from. She
never forgot what it was like to have
nothing. [music] So, she always hired
women from difficult backgrounds, women
who were poor, [music] women who had
been abused, women who had no hope. She
gave them jobs. She gave them training.
She gave them dignity. She helped
hundreds of women change their lives.
And those women went on to help their
families, to send their children to school,
school,
to build better futures. [music] The
impact spread like ripples in water. One
act of kindness creating more [music]
kindness. On and on. One evening, many
years later, Bulma and Fana sat on their
balcony. [music] They were old now.
Their hair was gray. Their faces had
wrinkles. But they were still together,
still in love. They watched the sun set
like they had done so many times before.
The sky was painted orange and pink and
purple. [music] It was beautiful. Funa
leaned against Bulma. "We did good," she
said softly. "We lived a good life."
[music] Bulma kissed her head. "Yes," he
said. "We did very good." He thought
about everything they had been through.
All the pain, all the suffering, all the
loss, but also all the joy, [music] all
the love, all the blessings. It was
worth it. Every bit of it was worth it.
Do you remember that day? Funa asked.
The day you found us. Of course, Bulma
said. How could I forget? It was the
most important day of my life. Fana
[music] smiled. Mine too. She said, I
was so sick that day. I thought I was
dying. I thought Zara would be left
alone. I was so scared. But then you
came like an angel. You [music] saved
us. Bulma shook his head. "No," he said.
"You saved me. You and Zara. You gave my
life meaning. You taught me what was
important. Before I found you, I was
just a rich man, empty inside. But you
filled me up. [music] You made me
whole." They sat in comfortable silence,
watching the sun disappear below the
horizon. The sky grew dark. Stars began
to appear one by one, twinkling in the
darkness, [music] beautiful and eternal,
just like their love, just like their
family, just like the legacy they built.
A legacy of kindness, [music] of
forgiveness, of second chances, of hope.
They did not know how much time they had
left, but they knew whatever time
remained, they would spend it together,
loving [music] each other, loving their
family, loving the life they built from
ashes. And that was [music] enough. More
than enough. It was everything. As the
night grew deeper, they went inside.
[music] Zara was visiting with her
family. The grandchildren were running
around playing. The house was full of
noise and laughter. Bulma and Fana stood
in the doorway and watched. This was
their greatest achievement. Not the
money, not the businesses, not the
houses or cars. This family, [music]
love, togetherness, joy. This was what
mattered. [music] This was what made
life worth living. They walked in and
joined their family. They hugged their
grandchildren. [music] They kissed their
daughter. They shook hands with their
son-in-law. They were surrounded by
love. And in that moment, they knew they
were the richest people in the world.
[music] That night after everyone had
gone to bed, Bulma sat in his study. He
thought about his life, about the
journey he had taken, about the man he
used to be and the man he became. He
thought about his mother and the
terrible things she did. [music] He
thought about how one evil act almost
destroyed everything. But it did not
because love was stronger than evil.
[music] Forgiveness was stronger than
hate. Hope was stronger than despair. He
learned that people can survive anything
if they have love. If they have each
other, [music] if they do not give up.
He learned that every ending can be a
new beginning. Every loss can lead to
something found. Every dark night can
lead to a bright morning. Bulma took out
a pen and paper. He decided to write
down his story. Not for fame, not
[clears throat] for recognition.
But so that others might learn from it.
So that others might find hope in it. [music]
[music]
He wrote about the day he saw Zara
begging, about finding Fina sick and
dying, about confronting his mother,
about rebuilding his family, about
learning to forgive, about choosing love
over hate, [music] about using his
wealth to help others. He wrote for
hours [music] until his hand was tired,
until the words were all out. When he
finished, he put down the pen. He felt
lighter, like telling the story had
released something inside him. He took
the [music] papers upstairs. Funa was
already asleep. He got into bed next to
her. [music] She stirred and moved
closer to him. Even in sleep, she sought
him out. Even in sleep, they found each
other. [music] Bulma wrapped his arm
around her. He closed his eyes. He felt
grateful. So grateful for everything.
for his wife, for his daughter,
for his grandchildren, for his health,
for his wealth that allowed him to help
others, for the second chance he was
given, for the life he [music] built. He
said a quiet prayer of thanks. Then he
drifted off to sleep, [music] peaceful
and content. A man who had found his
purpose, a man who had found his home.
The story of Bulma, Fana, and Zara
spread throughout the city. People
talked about it. People were inspired by
it. Many people who heard their story
decided to do better, [music] to be
kinder, to help others, to not judge
people by their circumstances, to look
beyond the surface, to see the humanity
in everyone. [music] The story reminded
people that everyone has a story.
Everyone is fighting battles we know
nothing about. And a small act of
kindness can change everything. It can
save a life. It can restore hope. It can
create a miracle. Just like Bulma
looking out his car window that sunny
day. That one small moment, that one
decision to [music] stop, it changed
everything. Years later, after Bulma and
Funa had passed away peacefully in their
sleep on the same night holding hands,
Zara continued their legacy. She wrote a
book about her parents' [music] story,
about her own story, about growing up on
the streets, about being saved, about
learning to forgive, about building a
life. The book became very popular. It
was read all over the world. People in
every country read about the little girl
who begged on the streets [music] and
the father who found her and the mother
who survived and the family that was
restored. The book gave hope to
millions. It inspired people to be
better, to do better, to love more, to
forgive more, to help more. Zara used
the money from the book to expand her
parents' work. [music] She built more
shelters, more schools, more hospitals.
She created foundations in her parents'
names. She made sure their legacy lived
on. She made sure their kindness
continued to spread. She taught her own
children about their grandparents,
[music] about what they went through,
about what they built. She made sure the
story was never forgotten because
[clears throat] it was a story that
needed to be told. A story that needed
to be remembered. A story that proved
that love always wins. [music] That good
always triumphs. That miracles do
happen. That every person matters.
[music] That no one is beyond saving.
That hope is real. And so the story that
began on a dirty [music] street with a
little girl begging became a story known
around the world. It became a story of
hope, of redemption, of love, of family,
of second [music] chances. It became a
reminder that we should never give up,
never stop looking, never stop caring.
Because you never know when your moment
will come, when your miracle will
happen, when your life will change. All
it takes is one person who cares, one
person who stops, one person who looks,
one person who sees, one person who
acts, one person who loves, that one
person can change everything. [music]
Just like Bulma changed everything for
Zara and Fana, just like they changed
everything for him. Thank you so much
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