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.
She never asked for more than what I gave her. Never made demands. Never assumed.
Yet in that small daily ritual, something larger bloomed.
She found comfort in the consistency. I found purpose in the practice. We didn’t need long conversations or grand expressions. Her quiet smile each evening said everything.
When a Stranger Becomes Family#
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