The restaurant felt ordinary in every way. Fryers hissed, people chatted softly, and screens glowed as customers scrolled on their phones. Yet at that small table, something heavier than hunger hung in the air.
The girl sat still, brave but clearly disappointed. Her mother’s posture was tight, as if she were bracing herself against more than just the cold outside. It was a familiar kind of tension, the kind that comes from trying to protect a child from realities you can’t fix.
Then everything shifted. A Happy Meal appeared, quietly placed, no announcement attached. The girl’s eyes widened, disbelief turning into pure delight as she held the toy like it was something precious.
Her laughter broke through the noise of the restaurant—bright, unfiltered, and completely sincere. The mother watched, shoulders slowly relaxing, confusion giving way to relief and a gratitude she never said out loud.
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