Life went on.
I forgot about the box — not the act, but the details.
A tiny, nagging thought would surface now and then:
Did they get it? Was it even real?
But I’d remind myself:
Even if the story wasn’t true…
those clothes could’ve warmed someone.
Even once.
And that was enough.
🎁 Then, Almost a Year Later… a Surprise on My Doorstep
It was a rainy Tuesday morning.
I opened the door to pick up the mail — and there it was.
A small, carefully wrapped package.
No return address.