staying at mom’s place

Story2
My uncle has always been the family clown, never serious. But when I failed my first serious job interview, he took me out for dinner. No jokes at first—just quiet attention. When I finished venting, he finally grinned and said, “Okay, now that we’re done crying, let’s build you up again.”
He spent hours helping me practice interview questions. He even pretended to be overly strict, so I’d learn how to handle pressure. When I finally landed a job, he celebrated by showing up with balloons shaped like office supplies. Only he would think of that.

Story3
I once got stranded at an airport overnight with a delayed flight, two dying chargers, and a splitting headache. A woman sitting nearby noticed my misery and offered me one of her charging cables. We started talking, and she shared snacks from her bag like we were on a school field trip together.
When the airline handed out blankets, she grabbed an extra for me. At 3 a.m., we played cards to stay awake. By the time our flight finally boarded, we were half delirious and fully bonded. We said goodbye without exchanging numbers—just two strangers crossing paths kindly.