The Officers Felt Sorry for the Elderly Street Vendor — Until One of Them Looked Closer at What She Was Selling
The patrol car screeched to a stop at the corner after a complaint came in about illegal street vending. It was supposed to be routine. Another warning. Another confiscated crate. Nothing more.
But the moment the officers stepped out, their determination faltered.
An elderly woman stood quietly beside a small wooden box filled with vegetables arranged with almost loving care. Tomatoes gleamed in the sun. Carrots lay neatly stacked. Cucumbers were wiped clean with the edge of her sleeve. She wore worn sandals, a faded skirt, and a blouse patched so many times it barely held together.
She didn’t try to run.
She didn’t argue.
She just waited.
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