I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

“Why us?” Josh asked. “You only helped her once.”

“Because sometimes once is all someone needs to know who you are,” Ethan said quietly.

The kids went quiet.

Ethan stood up, smoothing his shirt.

“The lawyer’s info is in there,” he said. “They’ll walk you through it.

I just promised I’d deliver this myself.”

“Thank you,” I said. “For bringing it. For… looking out for her.”

He shrugged.

“She reminded me of my grandma. I just talked to her when she came through my line. She was a regular, you might say.”

He reached for the door, then turned back.

“Oh,” he said.

“She made me promise to tell you something exactly.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

He gave me a small, sad smile.

“She said, ‘Tell Lily I did not take charity. I traded.

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