As he moved down the aisles, he began to notice something peculiar—an elderly lady seemed to be following him. She wasn’t being obvious or intrusive, but her presence was constant, never too far behind. Every time he stopped to look at something, she stopped too. At first, he thought it was just a coincidence, but her gaze lingered on him more than on the shelves.
When they reached the checkout counter, she finally approached and softly said, “I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable, it’s just that you look so much like my late son.” Touched by her words, he smiled and reassured her. Then came a heartfelt request—“Would you mind saying, ‘Goodbye, Mom,’ as I leave the store?” It felt a little strange, but the look in her eyes made it hard to refuse…