A small gesture in the supermarket that I will never forget.

a child her age.

She let go of me, whispered a final “thank you,” and quickly ran out of the store into the cool evening air before I could even ask for her name or wish her strength.

As I paid for the rest of my groceries, that encounter kept replaying in my mind. I couldn’t free myself from the thought of how much quiet courage, love, and determination continue reading …