Kindness Comes Home
A few weeks later, an envelope appeared at the café with my name written neatly across the front. Inside was a note written in the same careful script as before:
“Your kindness helped me stand. Now it’s my turn.”
Tucked inside was a small café gift card and another message: “Kindness travels. Sometimes it just takes the long way home.”
I smiled through tears as I folded the note and slipped it into my pocket alongside the hairpin. It wasn’t just a symbol anymore — it was a story. A reminder that every act of compassion, no matter how small, sends out a ripple that finds its way back when you least expect it.
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