I hadn’t planned to intervene; I was just another shopper passing through a fluorescent-lit afternoon. But when she stepped closer, voice steady yet frayed at the edges, I could feel the invisible weight she carried. Offering a few bills for diapers and formula felt almost embarrassingly small, yet the way her shoulders dropped, the way her eyes filled, told me it mattered more than I understood in that moment.
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