While cleaning out my daughter’s closet last year, I decided to donate some gently used clothes for a toddler.
Soon after, a woman reached out, explaining her little gir
l had almost nothing to wear and asked if I could mail the clothes to her.
I was unsure at first but felt moved by her honesty,
so I sent the clothes at my own expense without expecting anything in return.
Months passed, and I nearly forgot about it, wondering
if I had been scammed. Still, I told myself that the clothes might be
helping someone in need, and that was enough.
Then, almost a year later, a package arrived
with a heartfelt letter and photos of the little girl wearing the clothes I sent.
