My daughter got her first period while we were at the store. She tugged my sleeve and whispered it, her eyes wide with worry. My mind went blank — I had no idea what to grab, what brand, or where to even start. I wanted to be calm for her, but I felt completely lost. Then a woman nearby gently said, “It’s okay, I remember this moment too.”
She quietly handed me a box and smiled with understanding. I thanked her, still nervous but relieved someone stepped in. My daughter suddenly burst into tears, surprising both of us. I knelt down and asked softly, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She whispered, “I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. I’m sorry.”
In that moment, my heart melted. I hugged her close and told her she had nothing to apologize for. “Growing up isn’t embarrassing,” I said. “It’s natural, and I’m proud of you for telling me.” The woman smiled and offered a supportive nod before walking away. A simple act of kindness
