It wasn’t anything big.
No grand gesture.
No dramatic moment.
Just a small act — a kind word, a simple laugh, a few seconds of genuine attention.
But sometimes… that’s all it takes.
As she walked away, she glanced back one last time and smiled. Not the polite kind — the real one. The kind you don’t fake. The kind that says, “That meant something to me.”
And that’s when the thought hit:
Did I make her day… even just a little?
Because if I did, then it mattered.
And in a world that feels so loud and rushed… maybe that small moment was bigger than I realized.
