As you sat on the bus heading home after a long day at work, the rhythmic hum of the vehicle and the glow of your phone screen kept you occupied. Suddenly, a gentle tug on your sleeve made you look up. A little girl with curious eyes was staring at you, as if trying to ask something. Before she could speak, her mother gently pulled her back and smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” the mother said softly. “She thought you were someone she knew. Have a good evening.”

The girl gave you a shy wave before sitting down, and you couldn’t help but smile as the bus continued its journey through the city lights.