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

She gave me kindness. I gave it back.’”

My throat closed up.

I nodded, unable to speak for a second.

“Tell her she was right,” I finally managed.

After he left, the kids exploded.

“Do we get our own rooms?”

“Can we move tomorrow?”

“Can we have a dog?”

I laughed through tears.

“One thing at a time,” I said. “We have to talk to the lawyer.

We have to see the house. But yeah. Things are going to change.”

That night, after they finally fell asleep, I sat alone at our wobbly kitchen table with the letter in front of me.

I read it again.

Help someone else in need, fully and selflessly.

I thought about her at the register.

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