I remember that day as if it happened just yesterday. I was on the bus, on my way to buy the dress of my dreams—the perfect pink one that would finally make me feel like a princess. My mom and grandma had saved up for months, and I held the envelope of cash tightly in my hands, knowing this was a big moment.
But everything changed when two bus station workers boarded at the next stop. They immediately singled out an elderly man in worn, shabby clothes. He looked so vulnerable, especially when the two large men demanded that he pay a fine.