The next day, I brought her another. And then another.
Soon it became a rhythm—a plate of food every day for four years.
Quiet Judgments, Louder Purpose
Not everyone understood. I caught glances from neighbors. Some whispered. Others shrugged. A few even questioned why I bothered.
“Isn’t it the city’s job to take care of people like that?” one person asked.
Maybe. But sometimes systems fail. And when they do, neighbors have a chance to become more than bystanders. We can become lifelines.
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