After a long day, I stopped by McDonald’s for a quick bite. While waiting, I noticed a woman and her young daughter—modestly dressed, their clothes worn but clean. The little girl asked her mom for a toy, but the mother gently said no, explaining they could only afford the food.
Touched by their quiet exchange, I added a Happy Meal to their order anonymously. From my seat, I watched the girl’s face light up with joy when she saw the toy inside. Her excitement was infectious, and for a brief moment, her mother looked truly at ease.
As I left, my own stress faded. It was a small act, but it brought unexpected warmth.