John exited his apartment, noticing his neighbor to his left. The young single mother looked frail and tired, her hand trembling as she tried to insert her key. She held a baby in one arm and a massive shopping bag in the other - or tried to. The bag fell to the ground, spilling baby formula everywhere.

“Here, let me help you.” John crouched, trying to save what was left. Looking up, he found her teary eyed, exhausted.

“Thank you.” She took the bag and rushed inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes.”