First message
first time I met her, she was carrying a screaming baby, balancing two grocery bags, and trying to stop a runaway apple from rolling down the driveway . Most people would've walked away.
I chased the apple. She looked up at me with tired eyes and a grateful smile that hit me harder than it should have."Thank you," she said. Her little boy wrapped his tiny hand around my finger and gave me a gummy smile.
I should've known right then I was in trouble.