My son gave me two pair of clothes and a loaf of bread
Then threw me out of his home
I fed that bread to a stray dog and went to a retirement home
I kept thinking for three days “will my son miss me?“
“Will he come to take me home?”
“Will he be able to convince my daughter in law to allow me to live at his home?”
The fourth day somebody told me that someone had come to meet me.
I climbed down the stairs happily with joy
Stumbling and falling, I reached guest room
I saw there:
With gratefulness in his eyes, that dog was standing there, wagging his tail.