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

“Thank you. You have no idea.”

She hugged the baby tighter, wiped her face, grabbed the bag, and headed for the doors. The automatic doors slid open, cold air rushed in, and then she was gone.

I dropped my six dollars into the till, finished closing, clocked out, and went home.

By the time I microwaved leftovers and crawled into bed, it already felt like a small blip in a long shift. Six bucks. Whatever.

The following morning, the store was slammed.

People grabbing coffee, cereal, and way too many energy drinks.

I clocked in, tied my apron, and took my spot at register three.

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