I was giving away clothes for a girl of 2-3 years old. A woman texted me, saying she has a difficult situation, her daughter has nothing to wear, could I send her these clothes by post? I first wanted to tell her to go take a hike, but then I thought,
“Who knows what really happened there?” So I sent them all at my own expense.
A year later, I got a package.
There were three neatly folded little dresses I remembered packing and sending off, looking more worn now but freshly laundered. On top sat a note, handwritten in blocky letters with a slightly shaky hand. It started with, “You helped me when I had no one. So I wanted to return what I could.”
That was already enough to catch my breath, but there was more—tucked beneath the clothes was a tiny, crocheted yellow duck.
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