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\u201cHi there, young man! I\u2019m Mrs. Simpson. What\u2019s your name? And what are you doing here alone?\u201d she asked gently, smiling at him.\n

\u201cHello, Mrs. Simpson. I\u2019m Max, and I\u2019m four years old. How old are you?\u201d\n

The older woman blushed. \u201cI\u2019m just a little older than you, Max. Let\u2019s say 70? Where is your mother?\u201d\n

\u201cMommy is fighting with someone. She says mommy doesn\u2019t have enough money, and we need to leave some things here.\u201d\n

\u201cOh, is that so?\u201d Mrs. Simpson inquired worriedly. \u201cCan you take me to your mommy?\u201d\n

\u201cLook, woman! If you can\u2019t afford stuff, don\u2019t come here in the first place! Now move! Other customers are awaiting their turn!\u201d\n

\u201cNo, please wait\u2026\u201d Rachel had just started speaking when a voice cut her off.\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no need to remove those items. Your bill is already covered!\u201d\u00a0\n
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\u201cOh no, please,\u201d Rachel intervened. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t take that from you. It\u2019s fine.\u201d\n
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\u201cDon\u2019t worry, it\u2019s fine,\u201d the older woman insisted, and Rachel finally gave in.\n
As they cleared their bills and walked out of the store, Rachel couldn\u2019t stop thanking her.\n
\u201cThank you so much for helping us. I\u2019m sorry I can\u2019t pay you the money right now, but please visit us sometime. Here, this is my address,\u201d she said, handing her a note on which she scribbled her address. \u201cI\u2019d love to treat you to some tea and cookies. I make really good cookies.\u201d\n
The boys waved back at her, and Rachel was perplexed when Mrs. Simpson mentioned Max\u2019s name in specific. \u201cDo you know Mrs. Simpson, honey?\u201d she asked Max gently.\n
\u201cYes, mommy! I told her you were fighting, so she helped you.\u201d\n
\u201cOh, she\u2019s such a sweetheart!\u201d Rachel thought as she walked back to her car.\n
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The next day, there was a knock on her door. \u201cOh, Mrs. Simpson! Please come in. You came at the right time! I just baked some cookies,\u201d Rachel said, showing her the way inside.\n
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As the older woman took a seat, Rachel brought her some cookies and a cup of tea.\n
\u201cOh, you didn\u2019t have to go to all that trouble,\u201d she replied, reaching for the teacup.\n
\u201cDo you live alone with your children?\u201d\n
\u201cActually, my husband passed away last year, so I\u2019ve been raising my children on my own. Unfortunately, I\u2019m not working now, so the money is tight. I had a small business selling knitted sweaters and caps, but no one buys them in the summer, and I am still looking for a job.\u201d\n
\u201cIn that case, why don\u2019t you join me at my clothing store?\u201d the older woman proposed.\n
\u201cI need an assistant and would love to have you. Don\u2019t worry; I can look after your children for you. My husband died many years ago, and we never had children. So I\u2019m just an old lady counting down the days until God brings her home.\u201d\n
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\u201cOf course, Mrs. Simpson!\u201d Rachel said as she wiped away her tears. She started working at Mrs. Simpson\u2019s store the next day, worked hard for months in a row, and got promoted to the role of supervisor.\n
When she showed Mrs. Simpson her design samples one day, the older woman recommended she start a side business and encouraged her to share some of her works on social media.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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