I Paid for an Elderly Mans Essentials – Two Mornings Later, a Woman Showed Up at My Door with His Final Request
I was one more long beep away from crying in the bread aisle. The grocery store lights buzzed overhead, that sharp fluorescent hum that somehow makes exhaustion feel louder. My feet throbbed after a 12-hour shift — the kind that sinks into your bones and reminds you that you’re not as young as you were…