Where It Began
Laughter and applause filled the bakery, mingling with the scent of fresh bread as townspeople drew closer, curiosity replacing fear. Children climbed carefully onto parked motorcycles under attentive eyes.
Margaret returned to the counter, serving pastries with hands that trembled only slightly, understanding at last that kindness, once offered, does not disappear—it multiplies quietly, waiting for the moment it finds its way back.
