“I’ve got it.”
“No, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s $2,” I said gently. “And honestly? It’s not really about the money.”
I paid for the diapers.
Then I started grabbing things before I could stop myself. A fleece blanket with cartoon bears. Washcloths.
Baby lotion. A teething ring. Soup, protein bars, and oatmeal.
She looked like she hadn’t had a full meal in days, like her body was running on love and fumes.
The woman’s tears finally spilled over.
“You don’t know what this means,” she breathed.
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