Leona shook her head. “They moved. I think they went to the city, to a specialist clinic. But I don’t know which one.”
I left the supermarket, my mind buzzing. Sofia, a little girl with a rare blood disorder. And a mother who remembered a small act of kindness two years later.
Days turned into weeks, and I almost forgot about the letter and the photograph. Then, one evening, I received a message on social media. It was from a woman named Clara.
“Are you the Emily who paid for our groceries two years ago?”
My heart leaped. “Yes! That’s me.”Fecoya.co.uk
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I PAID FOR A STRANGER’S GROCERIES TWO YEARS AGO—AND TODAY, I GOT THIS IN THE MAIL
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It came with no return address. Just my name, written neatly on the front of the envelope in handwriting I didn’t recognize.
Inside was a folded note and a twenty-dollar bill, held in place with a single strip of clear tape.
The letter started with:
“Miss Emily, You may not remember us…”
And honestly, I didn’t. Not at first.