Jacob, holding a jacket, was waiting in line before the cash register. He was homeless and a woman gave him $100 for buying a jacket in cold weather. A woman was setting feeders, diapers, and baby milk tins on the counter. It came to about 170 dollars in total. After going through her bag, the woman hardly found seventy dollars. Reluctantly, she returned one tin of milk but the bill was still $140. Jacob made her a hundred-dollar offer. She accepted the money at his insistence.
Later that evening that lady gave Jacob a Jacket of her late husband.
Originally published in Medium
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Ainy Abraham
Listening to stories has always captivated me. Now, I want to share my thoughts through my stories.
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