The Dollar and the Dream

In the quiet heart of a small Texas town, a young soul named Ethan stood

before a grocery store, the crisp morning air chilling his worn clothes.

Hope, a fragile thing, felt distant. In his hand, a single dollar

bill. Not much, yet in its crumpled form lay the entirety of

his day's small dreams, a symbol of a hope he desperately clung to.

Nearby, an elderly man wrestled with heavy grocery bags, the weight straining

his frame. Passersby averted their gazes, lost in their own worlds,

leaving him unnoticed, struggling alone. Ethan, seeing the man's plight,