« Why are you doing this? »
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« Why are you doing this? »
The man grinned and shrugged:
« Because once, a roll saved a life. And I’m the son of the one who baked it. »
The journalist was at his wits’ end. And then he wrote:
« In a world full of noise, true kindness is always silent. It demands no glory. It simply does its work—day after day. »
Anya had already turned gray, but she still baked bread every day, just as she had then, with her soul. And on the bakery door still hung a sign with the phrase that became the meaning of her life:
« You are needed. Just live. And know: they are waiting for you. »
And it seems that this is why even the most lost person, when they pass by, suddenly feels like they have somewhere to return.
