It was from the woman. Her words poured off the page with sincerity and warmth.
She described how receiving that package made her feel seen again—like someone out there cared.
“You reminded me that there is still kindness in the world,” she wrote.
“When I felt invisible, you made me feel human.”
And then I looked at the photos.
There she was—her daughter—smiling, bright-eyed, laughing in a little floral dress I remembered folding so many months ago. In another picture, she was bundled in a cozy coat I almost didn’t include. And in each photo, the little girl looked happy, safe, and loved.
The Weight of Small Things
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