"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I look to my left, and my stomach literally plummets to the ground. Then my heart begins to race. At the end of our pew, sat the same single Dad and his 2 children.
They printed my mom's receipt, went through the store and got all her groceries, bagged them, THREW IN A FRESH BAKED APPLE PIE and DELIVERED THEM TO HER HOUSE.
