two small children peeked out silently, staring at the pizza in my hands with a kind of hunger that immediately tightened something in my chest.
I glanced at the order receipt.
One small pizza for three people.
That was all.
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The woman avoided eye contact as if embarrassed by her situation, and the kids stood quietly behind her without asking for anything, which somehow made it hurt even more. Before I could think too much about it, I handed her the pizza and reached into my pocket for the last cash I had left—twenty dollars that was supposed to help me survive the rest of the week.
“Take it,” I told her softly.
She hesitated for a second before accepting it. She didn’t continue reading …
