A Christmas Kindness From Years Ago Came Back to Me in the Most Unexpected Way

That small moment didn’t fix my grief—but it saved me from drowning in it. The years passed quietly. I never had children, and life settled into a routine of work, books, and modest holidays spent alone.

Yet every Christmas, I thought about that little girl and wondered who she became. Then, on Christmas Eve twenty years later, there was a knock on my door. A young woman stood there with a familiar scar on her cheek and tears in her eyes.

She remembered me. She led me to her home, where her mother—now ill—told me how that single act of kindness changed everything. It gave her hope when she had none, and the courage to start making toys by hand, which eventually grew into a business that supported them both.

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