I stopped by McDonald’s after a long day, hoping for a moment to unwind. As I waited for my order, the familiar bustle of families and friends filled the room. That’s when a woman walked in, holding the hand of a little girl with messy braids and bright, curious eyes.
Their clothes were clean but worn, the mother’s coat too thin and the girl’s sneakers frayed. Still, the child’s face glowed with excitement as she stared up at the menu. The mother bent down to whisper something, and the girl nodded eagerly.
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