While waiting for my order, I saw a woman and a little girl walk in. The girl, maybe six or seven, had messy braids and clung to her mother’s hand, eyes wide at the colorful menu.
She whispered, “Can we eat here, please?”
Her mother, in worn clothes and tired eyes, hesitated before pulling out a crumpled wad of cash. She ordered one hamburger.
They sat beside me. The mother split the burger, giving the larger half to her daughter, then poured tea from a small thermos into a plastic cup she’d brought from home.
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