I paid the difference almost on instinct, expecting nothing more than an awkward smile. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me with a desperate, grateful hug that said more than words could. Her voice was soft but steady as she explained the cake was for her sick mother, who hadn’t had the strength to celebrate anything in months. That cake wasn’t dessert; it was hope in a cardboard box.
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