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A Morning That Began Like Any Other
It was early morning when the door to my salon creaked open. A woman stepped inside, clutching a small, worn purse as if it were her last possession in the world. Her clothes were neat but faded, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
In a trembling voice, she said softly, “My son is getting married today. I want to look nice for him… but I only have twelve dollars.”
Without hesitation, I smiled and said, “Sit down. Today, we’ll make you feel like a queen.”
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