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

“I’m Caroline,” I said.

“Evelyn,” she managed.

“This is Rosie.”

I handed her the bags. Our fingers touched, and hers were ice cold.

“Do you have somewhere warm tonight?”

“We’ll manage,” she said, but her eyes told a different story.

Then she disappeared into the darkness with the baby.

I stood there long after, feeling like I’d just watched someone walk off the edge of the world. Eventually, I locked up, drove home, and tried to shake the feeling that I should’ve done more.

I thought that would be the end of it… just a small kindness on a quiet night.

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