When my best friend faced divorce, I welcomed her into my home, asking only that she watch my 3-year-old son during my 9-to-5 job. She agreed, and all seemed well. One day, I came home early to a silent house, panic rising as I couldn’t find my son. “Where is he?” I demanded.
She calmly replied, “You can now… breathe.” Hearing laughter, I rushed outside to find him safe in a backyard play tent, surrounded by toys, books, and fairy lights. She explained, “You’ve given me shelter. This is his place of joy, so you don’t worry while you’re away.”
Tears filled my eyes. Despite her struggles, she’d created something beautiful for my son—and me. Her kindness taught me that those we help often uplift us in return. Her small act of love showed that kindness is a circle, always returning when given from the heart.
