People Mocked Me When My Card Got Declined While I Was Holding My Baby Granddaughter—Then a Voice Behind Me Said, ‘Ma’am. You With the Baby’

I’d been taught never to accept rides from strangers. But my legs were so tired, and the bus stop was a good 20-minute walk away. I’d stopped by the store on my way home from Lily’s doctor appointment, and getting back would take at least another hour with transfers.

“I don’t want to bother you,” I murmured.

“You’ve already done so much.”

“You’re not bothering me,” he said softly. “Please. Let me help.”

His name was Michael, I learned as we walked to the parking lot.

He had a sleek, expensive black car, the kind that I’d only ever seen in magazines. He carefully loaded my bags into the trunk, then surprised me completely by pulling out a child safety seat from the back.

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