I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request!
My life, as a 29-year-old single mother to three children—Emma, Josh, and Max—is characterized by a loud, sticky chaos perpetually overshadowed by financial precarity, always teetering on the edge of disaster. Last Thursday was no exception, beginning with the usual domestic turmoil: sibling arguments over good cereal, dinosaur roaring in the hallway, and my phone…