act of kindness would transform my entire neighborhood before morning.
The doorbell sounded shortly after sunrise.
I woke on the couch with the blanket twisted around my legs.
The bell rang once more, gentle and almost apologetic.
Still wearing yesterday’s clothes, I walked to the front door.
I expected a delivery driver.
No one stood outside.
Then I stepped onto the porch and nearly screamed.
My lawn was covered with strollers.
Dozens stood in uneven rows across the damp grass, their small canopies covered in beads of dew.
There was
