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...
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