The moment that pregnant woman walked into the bakery, I felt something shift. She stood there trembling, whispering that she had no money but needed bread. I gave her a loaf without hesitation, never imagining the price I would pay. The owner fired me the same afternoon, claiming I was “too soft for business.” All I had left was the tiny hairpin she pressed into my palm, telling me I’d need it one day. I didn’t understand her words… not until I found the letter tucked into my old apron weeks later. “Kindness costs, but it never goes unpaid.” Her handwriting made my heart stop. I didn’t know how or when, but her message felt like a promise waiting to unfold.
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