I stopped by McDonald’s after a long, exhausting day, just hoping to unwind. As I waited for my order, I watched families laugh and chat around the restaurant. That’s when a woman walked in holding the hand of a little girl, no more than six or seven. The child’s hair was tied into messy braids, her eyes fixed on the bright menu overhead. Their clothes were clean but worn, and the woman’s coat looked too thin for the weather. Still, the girl’s face glowed with excitement.
