She remembered me. She wrote that seeing parents find their strength again was the greatest reward she could ever ask for. Her words were simple yet powerful, a reminder that even the quietest acts of kindness can echo for years.Now, whenever life feels heavy, I think back to those nights in the hospital and the soft glow of hope she offered me. I am reminded that goodness rarely appears with fanfare—it often comes quietly, like a nurse who sits beside you in the dark, offering comfort without expecting anything in return. And because of her, I try each day to pass that same light forward, one gentle act at a time.
