I Paid for Baby Formula for a Struggling Mom of Three – the Next Day, a Soldier Knocked on My Door

“Yes, why? Did something happen?”

He exhaled, and something in his expression softened. “I’m Mason. Allison’s husband. I just got home this morning from deployment.”

I blinked. “Your wife?”

I invited him in because I didn’t know what else to do.

We sat at my kitchen table, and Mason took off his cap, turning it over in his hands.

“I didn’t know,” he started, his voice calm. “I didn’t know how bad things had gotten while I was gone.”

I waited.

“Allison’s been working two jobs. Cleaning offices at night, janitorial work during the day. Her mom… she’s older, but she helps out. Watches the kids while Allison works. She didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me worrying overseas.”

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