I remember standing up slowly, one hand braced on the pole, the other on my belly, as the bus lurched forward. The elderly woman kept glancing at me with a softness in her eyes, as if she wanted to say more but couldn’t quite find the words. At the next stop, she finally turned, touched my arm, and whispered a blessing for my baby—then added that years ago, a stranger had once done the same for her when she was expecting.
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