A Blanket

By a friend • May 16, 2024

I was nine years old, waiting for the school bus in Wisconsin winter.

I had a thin coat, no hat or gloves.

A woman driving past saw me and stopped, giving me a blanket from the back of her car. It was a long skinny one, so she wrapped it around my head and shoulders like a big scarf.

I remember thanking her, but being confused.

I told her I didn't know how I would give it back when I was done borrowing it.

She hugged me and said not to worry.

I still have that blanket.

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