While riding a bus at seven months pregnant, I gave my seat to an elderly woman who kept looking at me with quiet warmth.
At her stop, she slipped something into my coat and left. Inside was an old locket with a photo of a mother and baby, plus a note thanking me for a kindness she once received in a similar moment.
It was a reminder that small acts of kindness don’t end—they return in unexpected ways, carried forward through time.
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