She walked straight to me and took my hands.
They paid off my debts. Covered my rent for a year. Set up a college fund for each of my children.
But more than that—Margaret never left our lives.
Every Christmas Eve since, she comes to our house. Not in a luxury car. But with cookies, laughter, and love.
Because kindness doesn’t disappear into the snow.
It comes back—when you least expect it.
