I Cried When a Little Girl Begged Me for Money

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I stepped in front of my favorite egg vendor, the granny with her toothless grin. As I picked out a dozen or so fresh eggs, I felt a small tug on my shirt — it was a little girl with a basket in hand.

I ask her what she wants and she gestures, pointing at my wallet. I shake my head at her and turn away, avoiding eye contact. On the outside, I looked the usual, but on the inside, I was torn.

Learning to Let Go of the Past

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After our breakup, I’d often glance back at old photos, read our messages and reminisce about all the good times we had.
It obviously didn’t help with my situation, but it was strangely one of the few things that actually gave me comfort. Despite the pain, it felt familiar, in a good way — like rewatching your favorite cartoon shows as a kid and I couldn’t help but continue holding onto the past.