For the first time since leaving my home, I slept through the night without waking in panic.
Carol and her sister checked on me often. Sometimes they brought groceries. Other times, coffee and conversation.
They never treated me like a burden.
They treated me like family.
And in the middle of the darkest chapter of my life, their quiet kindness reminded me of something my husband used to say:
“You never really lose the good you put into the world.”
Because somehow… it always finds its way back.
