I spread the diaper bag out on the counter and was fumbling with wipes when she reappeared beside me. “Here,” she said gently.
“Let me help.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “You’re doing so well.”
And just like that, everything I’d been holding in came pouring out. I leaned against the wall, quietly sobbing, while a complete stranger changed my infant son with the tenderness of someone who understood exactly what I was going through.
When it was done, I thanked her—probably a dozen times. I walked back to the table with my friends feeling lighter, as if someone had lifted a piece of the burden I’d been carrying alone. It’s strange how a single moment of kindness from a stranger can keep a person going.
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