I Gave $2 to an Elderly Woman at the Store — the Next Day, a Note Appeared on My Locker at Work

Evelyn’s voice shook. “Six months ago, she went into labor. Complications.

She gave birth to Rosie… and never woke up.”

My chest felt crushed.

“Rosie survived. She was perfectly healthy. Madison’s boyfriend left before she was born.

So I took her.”

“And you’ve been alone.”

“My pension’s $512 a month. Formula, diapers, bus fare, past-due bills… and my health’s not great, so there’s always another medical bill.”

Hannah’s voice stayed soft. “You need regular care, Evelyn.

Not just when things get bad.”

“Rosie needs what she needs. I don’t matter.”

“You do matter,” I said fiercely. “If you collapse, what happens to her?”

Evelyn’s face crumpled and tears streamed down.

“Don’t you think that terrifies me every single day?”

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