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He knelt down and brushed the hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Sometimes people laugh at what they don’t understand. But we belong anywhere kindness does.”
Before he could stand, another sharp voice cut through the room.
“Sir, if you can’t afford to buy anything, please leave. You’re making our customers uncomfortable.”
The father straightened slowly, his face calm but pale. “We’ll be quick,” he said quietly.
But his daughter shook her head and whispered, “It’s okay, Daddy. We can go. I don’t want them to be mad at you.”
Her innocence was sharper than any insult. He stayed only because he wanted to give her a tiny birthday memory — a small reminder that she deserved beauty too.
A Voice From the Back
The tension in the room grew heavy. One clerk muttered, “Should we call security?”
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