After a long day at work, I stopped at a small sandwich shop for dinner. In front of me, three kids counted their coins and ordered one sandwich to share. When they realized they couldn’t afford a cookie, their disappointment was clear.
I quietly added a cookie to my order for them. Their faces lit up with shy gratitude.
The cashier told me they come in every week, pooling their allowances to share a single meal so none of them goes hungry. What I thought was a small act of kindness became something bigger—a reminder that they were already looking out for each other.
Watching them leave, laughing and dividing the sandwich evenly, I understood that compassion often starts with those who have the least but give the most.
