As I read her words and looked at those photos, I felt something shift inside me. It wasn’t pride or validation—it was something deeper.
When we give, we don’t always get to see where our kindness goes. We don’t always know the impact it has. But that doesn’t mean the impact isn’t real.
This time, I got to see it. I got to hold it in my hands. And it shook me.
A Reminder Worth Keeping
After reading the letter, I carefully tucked the photos into an old photo album—one usually reserved for family moments. Because this felt like one.
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