It began with something small—a girl in my class who never had lunch. She didn’t complain or ask for help; she just sat quietly, pretending it didn’t bother her. I noticed. That evening, I told my mom, and without fuss, she packed an extra lunch for me to give to the girl the next day.
At first, she hesitated, unsure how to accept it, but soon, we shared lunches every day. The simple act gave her a place to belong, and over time, she began to open up. Those small, consistent gestures weren’t dramatic—they were just care, quietly given.
Years later, she called me. She told me that those lunches had stayed with her, inspiring her to donate meals to other children in need. “You showed me what kindness looks like,” she said. My mom smiled when I shared it: “Kindness doesn’t stop where you put it. It keeps moving.”
That’s the truth I carry with me: small acts of care ripple outward, sometimes decades later, changing lives in