What she had hoped—more than anything—was that he would understand how quickly time can pass, and how important it is to show up for the people we care about while the window is still open. Her words were her attempt to reach him in a way she hadn’t been able to during busy days and complicated years.
Later, as I tucked her letter back into its envelope, I realized she had given both of us something far more lasting than anything material. She left a reminder that kindness quietly shapes the world around us, even when no one else notices. For her son, that single discovery became a reflection of the space between our intentions and our actions.
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