But then she added something that stopped me cold.
“We see a lot of tough situations out here,” she said softly. “But no kid should ever be unsafe because of it. You’re doing your best—and that’s what matters.”
I blinked back tears, overwhelmed in a way I never expected from a traffic stop. They handed me the seats and told me to call if I ever needed help. Just like that, the night felt a little less heavy.
Sometimes, kindness shows up when you least expect it—and it changes everything.
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