I stopped by McDonald’s for a quick bite, hoping to decompress after a long and tiring day. The familiar aroma of fries and sizzling patties filled the air as I shuffled toward the counter. As I stood there, waiting for my order, my gaze wandered across the restaurant, where families and groups of friends sat, chatting and laughing.
That’s when I noticed a woman walk in, holding the hand of a little girl. The child couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old, her hair tied back into two slightly messy braids. She clung to her mother’s hand with an eager grip, her wide eyes darting toward the bright, colorful menu above the counter.
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