My name is Margaret, but most people call me Maggie. Not long ago, something unexpected happened during a simple trip to the supermarket—a moment that shifted the course of my life. I had gone in to buy a single bun. Living alone after being abandoned by my family, small comforts like that bun meant more than most people would understand. At the checkout, I suddenly realized I had misplaced the two dollars I needed. Flustered, I began digging through my purse, hoping coins would appear. The cashier’s voice snapped through the air,
