The teen looked down for a moment, then nodded. A small, sincere “thank you” slipped out. No one needed to say more. My father simply went back to his meal as if he hadn’t just delivered a life lesson between spoonfuls of soup.
I sat beside him, humbled. That afternoon reminded me of something timeless: appearances may turn heads, but it’s the heart—and the grace we offer others—that leaves a lasting impression.
