THIS LITTLE GIRL ASKED HER FAVORITE WAITRESS ‘WHY IS YOUR SKIN SO DARK?’ – THE WOMAN’S REPLY MELTED THOUSANDS OF HEARTS. 🥰
When Holland was a baby, she struck a friendship with Mrs. Cynthia, her beloved waitress from Waffle House. And it wasn’t only because Cynthia knew that the girl’s favorite treats were raisin bread and apple juice, but also because they connected on a more personal level. 🤗
However, in 2021, 3-year-old Holland put her tiny hands on Mrs. Cynthia’s cheeks and asked her the question that made her mom’s heart stop, “Mrs. Cynthia, I want to have dark skin like you. Why is your skin so dark?”
Mrs. Cynthia scooped up the little girl and said, “Because God made everyone different! Isn’t that wonderful?!”
Holland nodded yes. Mrs. Cynthia’s became Holland’s special person. ❤️
This was just a perfect answer to an innocent question. Thanks to Mrs. Cynthia for her big heart! Thanks to little Holland for her unconditional love! đź’–
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