I was riding the bus, seven months pregnant, the kind of tired that settles into your bones even when your heart feels full. When an older woman stepped on, I didn’t even think twice — I shifted, smiled, and offered her my seat. She accepted with a soft nod and sat down beside me. She kept glancing at me now and then, not in a way that made me uncomfortable, but in a way that felt strangely tender, like I reminded her of someone she used to cherish. I returned the smile each time, thinking nothing more of it. It...
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