She was never trusted because of her constant act of stealing. She never went to a place and left without something missing, even pin wasn't safe with her around. She was good at it. Too good.
But something shifted the day she stole from a preacher and was caught. There was no shouting, no threats, only a look in his eyes and a quiet voice that spoke of grace and redemption. The encounter cracked something in her heart. She walked away that day a changed person, begging her Creator for forgiveness and determined to return all she still had with her that wasn’t rightfully hers.
Her first stop was the little store where she had stolen a wristwatch weeks earlier. Stepping inside, she walked straight to the counter and told the salesgirl she wanted to see the manager. Without hesitation, the salesgirl turned to the errand boy and said, “Accompany the lady, she wants to see the manager.”
The boy led her through a narrow hallway to a small office at the back. The manager, a tall man with silver-framed glasses, looked up from his desk. She placed the wristwatch gently on the table between them.
“I came to return what’s not mine,” she said, her voice steady but soft. “And… to say I’m sorry.”
The manager studied her for a long moment. Then, to her surprise, he smiled faintly. “You’re not the first to take something from here,” he said. “But you are the first to bring it back.”
Hearing this made her felt lighter than she had in years.
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