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The following day, as I was having my morning coffee while going through the footage, I almost spilled it over the computer.

It showed Dylan sneaking into the laundry room and carefully picking a sock from the newest pair I had.

He stuck the sock inside his school beg, put his coat on, and walked through the door.

Curious about what he was doing with my socks, I decided to follow after him.

Soon enough, I found him going towards a street I never drove through. It led to a poor neighborhood with old and abandoned houses.

Then, he stood in front of one of the houses and knocked on the door, looking as though he had done that a million times before.

I made sure I stayed out of sight, but just as I heard Dylan telling the old man in a wheelchair who answered the door that he got some new fancy socks for him, I made a sound and both Dylan and the man turned towards me.

“Dad, I can explain,” Dylan said, worried that I would tell him off.

But that wasn’t my attention. I just wanted to know what was going on.

The old man approached closer and said, “You must be Dennis. Your son is making sure my leg stays warm during the cold days.”

It was then that I realized the man only had one leg.

He used to serve in the Navy and once his children moved to other countries, he was all by himself.

But Dylan, who met him by chance one day while walking to school, made him company every now and then.

“Dad, are you mad?” Dylan asked. I said I wasn’t. In fact, I was proud of my son’s heart of gold.

From that moment on, we visited the old man regularly, helping him with the errands and around the house.

The lost socks led to a beautiful friendship.