Woman Sells Vintage Stroller at Flea Market — Not Knowing the Buyer Would Find This

Tear filled eyes

Robert squeezed her shoulder, Holloway nodded, and Megan steadied herself before knocking. “Come in,” called a frail voice. Inside, Beth sat by the window, silver hair thin, spotted hands trembling. But when she saw Megan, her lined face brightened, eyes sparking with recognition. “Megan, dear girl,” she whispered. Tears filled Megan’s eyes as she rushed forward, clasping Beth’s fragile hands, whispering, “I’m here.” The years between them vanished in an instant.