Every lunchtime, a quiet girl named Maya waited there.
Her family struggled financially too.
Most days her lunch consisted of one homemade sandwich carefully wrapped in wax paper by her grandmother.
It wasn’t much.
But it was enough.
One afternoon Maya noticed Daniel sitting alone beneath a tree.
He wasn’t reading.
He wasn’t talking.
He was simply watching everyone else eat.
She understood that look.
Without saying a word, she walked toward the fence.
Daniel looked up.
“You forgot your lunch?” she asked gently.
He smiled politely.
“No,” he replied.
“We just didn’t have one today.”
Maya looked down at her own sandwich.
She hesitated for only a second.
Then she carefully broke it in half.
Actually…
She changed her mind.
She handed him the whole sandwich.
“You need it more than I do.”
Daniel tried to refuse.
“I can’t take your lunch.”
“You already did,” Maya laughed softly.
“Now promise me you’ll eat it.”
