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

I know that hot, trapped feeling. Everyone watching, no escape.

Before I could overthink, my mouth moved.

“I’ll get it,” I said.

It came out louder than I meant it to.

Ethan looked up. “Sorry?”

“I’ll pay for hers,” I said, stepping forward.

“Just ring it with mine.”

The line went quiet for half a second, then filled with mutters.

“You’re wasting your money,” someone said.

“She probably does this all the time,” the man behind them scoffed. “People like that know how to play soft hearts.”

The old woman turned toward me.

Her eyes were watery and sharp at the same time.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I cannot accept.

You have your own things. Your own family.”

“You’re not taking,” I said. “I’m giving.

Let me.”

“You probably have children,” she said softly, almost scolding. “You should keep your money.”

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