I Paid for a Toddler’s Insulin After His Mom’s Card Was Declined – Two Days Later, a Rough-Looking Guy Showed Up at My Door with a Threat

“You have to look neat, Daddy,” Ava would say.

“And who am I to argue with you, my baby chicken?” I’d reply, always getting a giggle out of her.

The pharmacy smelled like strong disinfectant and someone’s overpowering floral perfume, the kind that lingers in the back of your throat.

The line wasn’t long, just slow.

I was scrolling through the girls’ school portal on my phone, checking if Nova’s art project had finally been marked, when I heard it.

A soft sound, not even a word — just a sharp inhale, shaky and broken, like someone trying not to fall apart in public.

At the front of the line stood a young woman holding a toddler on her hip.

Her sweatshirt was fraying at the cuffs, and her hair was up in a bun that had given up somewhere along the day.

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