They stepped up to order.
“Just the cheeseburger and small fries,” the mother said softly.
The girl tugged her sleeve. “Mommy, can I get the toy?”
Her mother hesitated. “Maybe next time, sweetie. Just food today.”
The girl nodded without complaint and leaned against her mother, as if she wanted to comfort her.
Something about the moment tugged at me. When my number was called, I grabbed my food but didn’t walk away. Instead, I returned to the counter.
“Can you add a Happy Meal to their order? Don’t tell them who it’s from.”
The cashier nodded.
From my seat, I watched the little girl’s face light up when she saw the box. “Mommy, look! They gave me a toy!” she squealed, pulling it out with pure joy.
The mother looked around, confused but smiling, her shoulders finally relaxing.
I slipped out quietly, feeling lighter than when I’d arrived. It was such a small gesture, but it reminded me how even the tiniest moment of kindness can brighten someone’s day—sometimes more than we ever realize.
