Their clothes caught my attention—they were clean but clearly well-worn. The woman’s coat looked too thin to offer much warmth, and the little girl’s sneakers had seen better days. Yet, there was a kind of joy in the child’s face that stood in stark contrast to their modest appearance.
The mother bent down to whisper something to the girl, who nodded enthusiastically, her braids bouncing. They stepped forward to place their order, and I caught snippets of their conversation.
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