I Gave a Woman $6 to Help Pay for Baby Formula – the Next Day, My Manager Called Me over the Intercom and Handed Me an Envelope

I just wanted you to know I exist, and that we’re connected. At the bottom is my number. If you ever want to talk, or meet, or even just text, I would really like that.”

She signed it: “Hannah.”

Then one last line: “Thank you, sis.”

I sat there in my car, letter trembling in my hands, the parking lot noise fading out.

Sister. Me.

I’d grown up as an only child. Or so I thought.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my phone and typed in the number from the bottom of the page.

I hit call. It rang.

Once.

Twice. Three times.

“Hello?” a woman said, cautiously.

“Hannah?” I asked.

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