I walked to her car and she hands me a grocery bag tied up and warm to the touch
Tamales.
She has brought me a bag of tamales and taken food away from her 5 hungry mouths to give to me.
I smile and hug her and offer genuine thanks.
She speaks words to her daughter, who translates to me. They aren't spicy.
And deep down in my soul. I am humbled. Brought to my knees.
Those who have none, give all they have.
Those who have it all, struggle to give any.
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