A strange note
Mary’s confusion deepened as she held the crumpled note in her hands, a silent reminder of the brief interaction she had earlier that morning. She had almost let the memory slip away, overshadowed by the bustle of her day, of how she had paused in her hurried steps to work to share a small act of kindness with a homeless man, offering him some food without expecting anything in return.
The weight of the man’s past experiences seemed to linger around him like a shadow, a silent testament to the struggles he’d faced. Despite his attempt at nonchalance when handing Mary the note, there was an unmistakable depth of emotion in his eyes—a clear sign that whatever message he was passing along carried a significant burden, one that had not faded over time.