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She turned, noticed my one item, and smiled.
“Go ahead of me, son,” she said gently.
That small gesture warmed me more than I expected.
I paid for my soda, then pretended to fumble with my wallet, patting my pockets as if something important was missing. I stepped aside but didn’t leave. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the cereal box. The smile on her face wasn’t forced—it was the kind that comes from a lifetime of choosing kindness without hesitation.
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