I was seven months pregnant, riding the bus and feeling both tired and excited. When an older woman got on, I offered her my seat without hesitation. She sat down and kept glancing at me—not oddly, but as if remembering someone. I simply smiled.
When the bus reached her stop, she stood carefully and slipped something into my coat pocket before leaving. Curious, I waited a moment before checking. Inside was a small, old locket. It held a photo of a young woman holding a baby, along with a tiny note that read, “Thank you. Years ago, someone gave up their seat for me when I carried my child.”
My eyes filled with tears. In that quiet moment, I felt the warmth of kindness circling back—and I promised to pass it on.
