While walking through the grocery store, a young man began to notice something odd—an elderly woman seemed to be quietly following him. She wasn’t being obvious, but every time he stopped, so did she. When he reached for an item, she mimicked the motion, though not the product. She never came too close, yet she remained within sight, always observing him. At first, he brushed it off as coincidence. But by the time they reached the checkout, she slowly approached him and offered a gentle explanation: “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s just… you look so much like my late son.” The young man,
caught off guard but moved by her sincerity, smiled and reassured her that it was okay. Then she made a tender, if unusual, request. “I know it sounds silly, but when I leave the store, would you mind saying, ‘Goodbye, Mom’? It would mean a lot to me.” He could see the longing in her eyes and agreed without hesitation. As she walked out the door, he called out clearly, “Goodbye, Mom!” She turned, beaming with gratitude,
