Today, I went grocery shopping at Walmart with my twins, bracing for the usual “twin questions” in the cereal aisle. An elderly woman approached, and I prepared myself for the routine inquiries.
Instead, she placed her hand on mine and softly said, “I lost my only grandson last year. Grocery shopping is one of the few times I get to see kids his age.” Her words stopped me in my tracks, shifting my perspective.
She invited us to visit the fish tanks, and for 15 joyful minutes, she helped the boys chant “FISHY FISHY FISHY!” and jump around with excitement.
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