The bus was crowded, every seat taken, every aisle narrow with bags and bundled jackets. I found a seat near the middle and sank into it, enjoying the brief moment of stillness. When the next stop arrived, an elderly woman stepped aboard. She held her handbag close and paused to steady herself as she looked around for a place to sit.
Without thinking, I stood and offered her my seat. It was the kind of gesture any of us would make, nothing dramatic or heroic. She looked startled at first — her eyebrows lifting as though kindness had caught her completely off guard — then she smiled warmly and settled into the seat with a soft sigh. I returned to standing, holding the rail above me, thinking the moment ended there.
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