The washing machine leaked, so I called a technician. He fixed it in half an hour, and as he was leaving, he blushed and handed me a folded note. Inside, it read: “Thank you for being kind. Most people yell at me when something breaks. You smiled instead. I’ve been having a hard time, and your kindness meant more than you know.” My heart twisted—it wasn’t just a message, it was a glimpse into his silent struggles.
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