Kindness, I realized, doesn’t disappear. It waits. It circles back. It shows up on hard mornings and tired nights, in the form of a folded shirt, a basket of groceries, or an old classmate standing quietly at the gate.
That morning at the laundromat changed my life, not because of what someone gave us, but because it reminded me that goodness still thrives in the world—even when you’re too tired to see it.
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