, I felt something wet and cold in my bag. My heart raced as I reached inside, terrified of what it might be.
To my surprise, I pulled out a small, damp bundle wrapped in a cloth. Inside was a simple note: “Thank you for your kindness. I have nothing to give but this small gift.
It’s a charm my grandmother gave me for protection.
I hope it brings you and your baby safety.” My eyes filled with tears as I realized the wetness came from a few raindrops on the cloth. The charm was a delicate, hand-carved wooden figure of a mother and child. In that moment, I understood her strange glances — she had been overwhelmed and wanted to express her gratitude.
As the tram continued on, I held the charm close to my belly and whispered a promise to my unborn baby: to always choose compassion, even when the world seemed indifferent.
