It was a rainy day in Haughton, LA when I ventured out to deposit some money for my college student. As I opened the door to the ATM, something beautiful caught my eye—a small, delicate masterpiece. It was unmistakably homemade, and for a moment, I hesitated to pick it up. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of meaning and care behind it, something that spoke to a deeper connection. I decided to keep it as a keepsake, and now it hangs on my mirror. It’s more than just a decoration; it’s a story starter, waiting for someone to ask about its origins and the serendipitous moment we crossed paths.
