I Gave a Woman My Seat on a Tram… What She Left in My Bag Left Me in Tears

She was frail, stooped, with hair that was less white and more the colour of aged parchment. Her eyes, though, were what caught me. They held a profound tiredness, but also an enduring warmth, like embers still glowing in a dying fire. She struggled to keep her balance as the tram lurched, her shopping bag threatening to tip over. No one else seemed to notice. Or maybe they did, and just didn’t care.

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I felt a pang in my chest, a small ember of my own humanity sparking to life despite my exhaustion. “Please,” I said, pushing myself up. “Take my seat.”

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