As the tram doors closed behind her, I sat there clutching the tiny wooden charm, stunned by the quiet grace of what had just happened. The world so often feels rushed, loud, and selfish — yet in that fleeting exchange between two strangers, something gentle broke through. She had carried her exhaustion like a heavy cloak, and I had simply stood up, thinking nothing of it. But to her, that small kindness meant enough to part with the one thing that had protected her through her own storms. As I held the carved figure in my hand, I felt a warmth spread through me, a reminder that even fragile moments can leave permanent marks on the heart.
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