I was at the grocery store, and I went in without thinking I’d need a cart. I was picking up some food that my mom had asked me to get, and after getting almost everything my hands were full. So I’m standing in front of the apples, looking pretty dumb as I try and adjust everything in my hands so that I can grab them. I had passed this girl earlier in the store, and I’d only remembered her because I thought she looked like my friends sister. Anyways, that same girl, couldn’t have been older than 13-14, came over and helped me get the apples and she made sure I was able to hold everything without dropping it. I thanked her and said I really appreciated the help. She went back to her mother and I could hear her happily saying “mom I helped her!! I helped her get her apples!” And I don’t know, it just felt really wholesome. She didn’t have to help me, but she did, and I think the fact that she was so purely happy about it is what made me think about this story.