It was a long day. By the time I finally cruised into the pound shop to buy cat food late that night, I’m sure I looked as tired as I felt. I practically zombie walked to the aisle I needed and then went straight to the counter to pay.
At the till stood a young girl. Her hair was pulled back, but long blonde ringlets framed her face. Who knows how many hours she had been on her feet in that store, but she still smiled and asked how my night was going. And then, while I fished for my purse, she told me that I look pretty tonight.
Just like that. She handed me that grace – that generous gift to a tired mother who almost certainly doesn’t look pretty tonight.
