Whispers, Warnings, and Sacrifice
Soon, others began to notice.
“Who’s that kid you keep feeding?” grumbled Harold, the retired postman. “Never seen his parents.”
“I don’t know,” Jenny said simply. “But he’s hungry.”
The cook, Kathy, shook her head. “Careful, Jenny. Feed a stray too long, they don’t stick around.”
Jenny only smiled. “That’s okay. I remember being hungry too.”
But kindness came at a price.
Her manager, Mark, called her in one morning.
“You can’t give away free meals, Jenny. This is a business.”
“I’ll pay for them,” she said immediately.
“From your tips? Those barely cover your rent.”
“It’s my choice.”
From that day on, Jenny quietly used part of her daily tips to pay for the boy’s meals.
