Instead, I stayed close, pretending to read a notice on the wall, waiting for the right moment to act without drawing attention or embarrassing her.When the cashier finished ringing up her items and announced the total, I smoothly slid my card forward and said, “It’s together with mine.” The old lady looked startled and tried to protest, her voice soft but firm, insisting she could pay for herself. I leaned in and whispered that she had already paid me back with something far more valuable than money. Confused, she paused, and in that moment the cashier completed the transaction. The receipt printed again, and the moment passed before she could object any further. Continue reading…
