Not everyone approved.
“Who’s that boy you keep serving?” asked Harold, the retired postman, one morning. “Never seen his parents.”
Others weren’t so kind. “Playing charity worker on company time?” one customer sneered. Another muttered, “Kids these days just expect handouts.”
Even Kathy the cook, usually gentle, warned her: “You’re feeding a stray, Jenny. Don’t get attached.”
But Jenny remembered her own years of hunger after her parents died. She simply smiled and said, “It’s fine. No one becomes poor by sharing a meal.”
Paying the Price Herself
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