The First Sale
At dawn, Samuel arranged mangoes neatly, whispering a prayer under his breath.
His little daughter tugged his sleeve, asking if anyone would come today.
He joked, “If not, we’ll eat them all ourselves!”
Minutes later, a woman stopped, choosing two mangoes with a smile. His daughter clapped, as if they’d won a trophy. Samuel laughed, hope swelling with the sunrise.
Sometimes a single sale feels like the world opening its doors.
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