From then on, Julio made sure her fish was always the freshest and meatiest he had. Some mornings, he’d slip in an extra portion, pretending it was just “a lucky catch that needed a good home.” Word of her quiet generosity began to ripple through the town, and soon, others in the market started leaving scraps, bowls of water, and even warm blankets in that little alley.
Though the woman never sought recognition, the seaside town knew they were all better for her presence. In a place built on trade and tides, she had shown them that the truest wealth lay in compassion — and that even a single leaf, offered with love, could feed more than just an empty stomach.
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