At the bus stop one morning, I noticed a little girl wearing sneakers in the freezing cold. Her shoes were tattered, and she kept shifting her feet like she was trying to warm them up.
I recognized her from my son’s school, so I quietly called the office later and asked about her. Turns out, her family was struggling, and warm clothes weren’t a priority over food.
I recognized her from my son’s school, so I quietly called the office later and asked about her. Turns out, her family was struggling, and warm clothes weren’t a priority over food.
She didn’t know where they came from, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was warm.✨
