A Stop at Subway After a Long Day

That night, I stopped at Subway because I was too tired to cook.

There was nothing poetic about the moment. Just bright fluorescent lights, the warm smell of bread, and that familiar end-of-day exhaustion sitting heavy on my shoulders.

I stood in line scrolling through my phone, half paying attention, half already thinking about getting home.

That’s when I noticed the kids in front of me.