The tram’s hum faded into the background as I placed the charm against my belly and closed my eyes. My baby fluttered softly, as if responding to a promise I hadn’t yet spoken. I realized then that compassion isn’t just something you offer — it’s something you carry forward, something you teach. I vowed in that quiet, trembling moment to raise my child in a world where kindness still matters, where small gestures ripple into something bigger. And as the city blurred past the windows, I understood that her gift was
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