I was seven months pregnant and exhausted when I stepped onto a crowded bus one afternoon. Every seat was taken, and I held onto the rail, hoping someone might offer me a place to rest. Just then, I noticed an elderly woman slowly making her way inside, her steps unsteady. Without hesitation, I gave up my spot so she could sit down. She nodded with quiet gratitude, and though she said nothing, her gaze lingered on me throughout the ride.
As the bus neared her stop, the woman reached for my hand. Without a word, she slipped something into the pocket of my coat before stepping off into the crowd. Curious, I reached inside and pulled out a small, old-fashioned locket. When I opened it, I found a picture of a mother holding her newborn and, on the other side, an inscription that read: “Every sacrifice for love is never wasted.”....