The entire waiting room fell silent, and then — to my surprise — people started clapping. For the first time that night, I didn’t feel invisible.
Inside, the doctor reassured me that Olivia had only a mild infection and would recover with rest and care. The nurse even brought me a small care package from donations: formula, diapers, and a blanket. As I walked out later, baby in my arms, I passed the man who had mocked me. This time, I didn’t feel small. I felt stronger, reminded that love, compassion, and courage matter more than status or money
