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

I even called my daughter on the drive home, told her about the woman and the baby, and how it had gotten under my skin more than I expected.

She listened quietly, and I didn’t think much of it.

The following morning, I came in for my shift and stopped dead.

A full sheet of paper was taped to my locker with what looked like half a roll of packing tape.

My heart raced before I even got close because I recognized that handwriting.

It was my daughter, Hannah’s.

I ripped it off with shaking hands.

I called my daughter immediately.

“Mom,” she answered on the first ring.

“How do you know about Evelyn?”

“I work at the county clinic. I’ve seen her twice… sick, with a baby, refusing help. She kept saying she couldn’t trust the system.

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