An Elderly Woman Spent Six Years Leaving Handmade Clothes for Orphans, One Morning, Two Mysterious Boxes Arrived at Her Door!

“I never knew my parents,” she said gently. “I grew up at St. Catherine’s Orphanage on Fourth Street.”

Margaux’s chest tightened. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No need,” the woman said, calm and steady. “It was a good place. They took care of us. I’m Manon, by the way.”

“Margaux,” she answered, and felt an unexpected urge to keep this stranger in her kitchen a little longer. “At least stay for tea?”

Manon glanced at her watch. “I’ve got a shift soon. Another time, maybe.” She paused at the door. “Take care of yourself, Margaux.”

And then she was gone.

Margaux made tea and sat at her small table, still feeling the warmth of that brief human exchange. That was when she noticed the bills tucked neatly beneath the sugar bowl on the counter—three crisp hundred-dollar notes.

Her breath caught. Continue reading…