I stopped by McDonald’s for a quick bite, trying to shake off the stress of a long day.As I waited for my order, I noticed a woman and a little girl entering the restaurant. The girl couldn’t have been more than six or seven, her hair tied back into two messy braids. She clutched her mother’s hand tightly, her eyes lighting up as she scanned the bright, colorful menu.The little girl whispered, almost too softly to hear,
“Can we eat here, please?”The mother hesitated. She looked around nervously, her worn clothes and tired eyes betraying the weight she carried. After a moment, she nodded, pulling out a small, crumpled wad of cash from her pocket. She approached the counter and ordered one hamburger. Just one.