Years passed, full of routines and change. Then, twenty years later, there was another knock at my door—firm, confident. A well-dressed man with silver in his beard stood there, smiling. “I think you already did,” he said softly. Suddenly, I knew. “James?” He nodded.
As I held it, my hands shook. I understood then that a simple act, done without expectation, can echo through a lifetime. Kindness never truly disappears—it waits, and one day, it comes home.