As the months passed and Helen regained her strength, she often sat on her porch at sunset, watching the fields glow gold.
On a small shelf inside her kitchen, she kept the empty noodle packet, pressed flat and folded neatly beside her son’s note.
Because what she had found inside was more than money. It was her son’s heart — the one she had feared she’d lost, now returned with quiet love and remorse.
A Lesson for All of Us
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