I’m ninety and tired of pretending. After building a grocery empire from a small corner shop, I had everything—stores, planes, suits—but no one to share a laugh with. My wife died, we had no children, and the house grew quiet. One night, I asked myself: who deserves everything I leave behind? The board? Lawyers? Distant cousins? No. I wanted someone with true character, even when no one’s watching. So, I disguised myself as a homeless man and entered one of my supermarkets.Continue reading…
