My father and I have always been quite wealthy. One day, as we were leaving a restaurant, a homeless woman tried to grab my half-eaten food. In order to teach her a lesson, I threw the croissant on the floor so she couldn't get it. However, my father didn't like it and berated me in front of the poor woman. Much to my dismay, he invited her into our opulent mansion for the weekend and ordered me to serve her.

I decided to show my father that I was terribly ashamed of my actions and ready to change.
The truth was that, deep down, I only saw her as the homeless person who tried to eat my croissant.

Little did I know that the following days would bring a surprising twist, something I never even imagined.