"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
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.
