I, a single mother eating at a restaurant with my 5 year old son. We were celebrating his birthday today.

"Mommy, mommy, I want some ice cream!" My son exclaimed happily, problem is, I only have enough for the current meal we're eating.

I was hesitant, especially when he might throw a tantrum if I rejected his request.

"Sweetheart I–"

all of a sudden a waiter went to my table and asked to pick a dessert, he assure me that someone wanted to pay the order for me and my son.

My son ordered a lot, typically things children likes. When the waiter went to another table, I see a beautiful woman, she spoke fluently with an Italian accent.

Seeing her approached, I got nervous and instinctively held my son's hand tight. "May I help you?"

The woman looks down at me and smiled softly, speaking with that same accent.