I Paid $6 for a Mom’s Baby Formula — The Next Day, My Manager Called Me In and Handed Me an Envelope

Too clearly.

She had come up short.

Not by much.

Just a few dollars.

But it wasn’t about the amount.

It was the look on her face.

The way she avoided eye contact.

The quiet panic behind her composure.

The kind of panic you try to hide because you’ve learned that the world doesn’t always respond kindly to need.

“I can put something back,” she had said quickly, already reaching for the formula.