A simple act of kindness that came full circle
It all started with a closet.
A mine.
My daughter’s, to be precise.
She had outgrown her tiny dresses, soft rompers, and striped leggings—clothes that still smelled of laundry detergent and babyhood.
I folded them carefully, tied them with string, and posted them online:
“Free baby clothes—used in good condition, clean, and ready for a new little one to love.”
I didn’t pay much attention to it.
Just a small thing.
One of those things you do when you want to make space, let go, and move on.
But then a message arrived.
Not from someone local.
Not from a friend.
But from a woman I’d never met.
Her words were quiet. Honest. Raw.
“My daughter has almost no clothes. We’re going through a tough time. Would you…would you still send them?”
There was no demand.
No drama.
Just a mother asking for help.
And in that moment, I hesitated.
Not because I doubted her.
But because the world has taught us to guard our hearts—to wonder if kindness will be met with gratitude… or taken for granted.