People began applauding.
And my son, who had been trembling with fear just moments earlier, finally smiled.
“Does that mean I can keep helping grandmas?”
“Of course,” the manager replied. “But from now on, you won’t have to pay for everything yourself.”
That evening, as we walked home, Daniel took my hand.
“Mom, are you proud of me?”
I stopped and hugged him tightly.
“Daniel, today you taught me something I hadn’t understood in all my 68 years.”
“What is it, Mom?”
“Sometimes the richest person isn’t the one who has the most money, but the one who can share even the little they have with someone else.”
He smiled.
“But Mom, I just didn’t want Grandma Elizabeth to go hungry.”
Two weeks later, thanks to the store’s assistance program, dozens of elderly people were already receiving groceries.
Elizabeth was no longer alone, either. Her daughter visited frequently, and Daniel continued spending time with her.
