Our waiter, who had been watching the whole situation unfold, walked over to us. Without hesitation, he set down the salad and breadsticks, leaned down, and said, “Here… let me feed her. You eat.”

I was stunned. For a moment, I couldn’t quite process what he was saying. Was he offering to help feed my baby? In the middle of this chaotic mess, this stranger was offering something I hadn’t even known I needed. I was embarrassed, overwhelmed, and hardly able to hold it together, but there he was, offering kindness without a second thought.

I had never experienced anything like it. He didn’t make a face at the mess. He didn’t glare at us or act annoyed. There was no judgment, no impatience—just pure kindness. He didn’t know what we had been through that day. He didn’t know the weight of the hospital visits, the worry, or the exhaustion that had been building up in me for weeks. But still, he saw someone in need, and he chose to help.