While waiting my order at the local McDonald’s, I couldn’t help but notice the worried expression on the face of a mother who entered the restaurant with her daughter, who didn’t seem to be older than six. Excited, the girl asked her mom if they could have a Happy Meal.
The mom seemed worried, but looking at her daughter, she agreed.
They took a seat next to my table, and I saw the mom splitting the burger in two, giving her daughter the bigger portion. She then took out a small thermos and poured tea into a plastic cup she had brought along.
She paid for the food with a crumpled wad of cash she held tightly in her hand.
As I had my food, I could help by overhear parts of their conversation.
It turned out the two were returning from the hospital when the girl asked for a Happy Meal.
She had never had any, and her mom wanted to grant her the wish.
I didn’t know what condition was the girl suffering from, but I overheard the medical expenses were huge.
Wanting to ease their day, I ordered another burger and placed it on their table. “For the girl,” I said and smiled. Both the mom and the daughter thanked me, and it was obvious my gesture meant a lot to them.
That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about them, so the following day, I went to the hospital they mentioned.
There, I learned that the girl was diagnosed with leukemia, and the mother quit her job as a teacher to be able to take care of her full-time.
From that moment on, I helped however I could. Whether it was with groceries, bus tickets, or an occasional Happy Meal from McDonald’s.
The mom wouldn’t accept much, so I found ways to anonymously cover some of the medical expenses.
One day, at McDonald’s, the girl, Lily, approached me and said, “Thanks for helping my mom.”
It was then that I learned my efforts brought them a bit of relief.
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