A stranger helped me lift the pram down the station steps before I had to ask

Dear Delyara, It was rush hour, the lift was broken, one child was whining, and I had already done that thing where you start planning how embarrassed you’re going to feel asking for help before you’ve even chosen who to ask. Then a woman in a green coat just said, “I’ve got the front,” and took hold of the pram before I could perform any of the awkwardness around it. We got it down the stairs in seconds. She smiled, said “Take care,” and disappeared into the crowd. It was such a small act. Still, I felt held by it all the way home.