“Hey!” I shouted, my voice unsteady. “You didn’t pay!”
The two men stopped in their tracks. They turned, startled, caught in the act. For a heartbeat, there was silence—thick, heavy silence.
“You’re right,” he said softly. “We weren’t trying to steal. We’re both out of work. This meal was supposed to be a way to forget our troubles for just one night. We didn’t know how to face the bill.”
I looked closer then. Their faces weren’t defiant. They weren’t smug. They were tired, broken, ashamed.
At that moment, my anger gave way to something else entirely—understanding.
Choosing Compassion Instead of Judgment
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