I was seven months pregnant when I offered my seat to an elderly woman on the bus, too tired to think twice but grateful to show kindness. She smiled at me throughout the ride in a way that felt deeply personal, like I reminded her of someone from her past.
When she reached her stop, she quietly slipped something into my coat pocket and stepped off without a word. Moments later, I discovered it was an old locket. Inside was a faded photo of a young mother holding her newborn and a handwritten note that took my breath away:
“Thank you.
Years ago, someone offered me their seat
when I carried my child.
I never forgot.”
Tears filled my eyes as I realized her gift was a reminder that kindness travels through time. Holding the locket, I placed my hand on my belly and promised myself I would pass that kindness forward—one gentle act at a time.
