Walking back to work, I kept thinking how easy it would’ve been to let her pass by, to eat alone, to stay in my own little world.
But then I wouldn’t have heard her laugh, or seen the way her shoulders eased when she realized she wasn’t invisible. I wouldn’t have felt this quiet warmth that lingers even now.
Next Thursday isn’t just another lunch — it’s something to look forward to. A reminder that connection is made in small moments: an open door, a shared table, a simple “yes.”
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