One ordinary afternoon, I was cleaning out my daughter’s closet—folding dresses, jackets, and pajamas she had outgrown. Instead of boxing them up or donating blindly, I posted them online, hoping they could help another little girl. Soon, a stranger messaged me.
She was a single mother, out of work, struggling to provide for her toddler. She didn’t ask for money—just if I could mail the clothes. At first, I hesitated, wondering if it was a scam. But something in her words felt honest. Remembering how hard it is to ask for help,
I decided to send the package, covering the shipping myself. I wrapped the clothes with care and included a note: “I hope these bring comfort and joy.” Months passed, and I almost forgot. Then, nearly a year later, a small box arrived. Inside was a letter and photos of a smiling little girl wearing
