“One evening, a man walked home exhausted.
As he passed the old abandoned house at the corner,
he noticed its porch light glowing softly in the dark.
It had been on for months — even though no one lived there.
He used to complain about it.
‘What a waste,’ he’d say.
But that night, he paused.
The small light…
the quiet glow…
made the entire street feel less empty,
less frightening…
almost warm.
For the first time he realized —
that tiny light was the only thing
that made the darkness feel a little less heavy.
He whispered,
‘Thank you… for staying on,’
not knowing who he was thanking.”
