I kept the hairpin in my pocket. It felt heavier now—like a promise.
The café was everything the bakery wasn’t: warm, welcoming, alive. People smiled, said thank you, and noticed small acts of kindness.
One morning, while wiping down tables, I overheard two customers talking about a charity that helped struggling families. One name stood out—the woman from the bakery. She had found safety, support, and a fresh start, thanks to people who cared.
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