The next morning, she left early, expressing gratitude but not asking for anything in return. I assumed that was the end of the experience. Life moved on, and Christmas arrived filled with the usual excitement and routines. As my daughters gathered around the tree, laughter filling the house, a knock came at the door. Sitting on the porch was a neatly wrapped package with my name on it. Inside, I found a letter from the woman, whose name was Laura. She explained that she and her baby had safely reached family and wanted to express thanks, even though they had very little to give.
