Maple Street is like many others—lined with houses, trees that bloom in the spring, and sidewalks where children ride their bikes and dogs bark at squirrels. But at the edge of that seemingly ordinary street sat someone most people chose not to see.
An old woman.
She had no one. And for the longest time, no one had her.
But behind that quiet presence was a truth many didn’t take time to understand: she was lonely, hungry, and largely forgotten by a world too busy to notice.
When Kindness Begins Without Permission
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