Her father had died the year before,” the woman added. “I was working two jobs, barely keeping us afloat. And that Christmas, I had nothing.
But you…”
She paused, coughing lightly. “You reminded me people still care. That kindness still exists.”
I wiped my face.
“I didn’t do much.”
“You did everything. That night, after we got home, I looked at Mia holding that doll and decided I wasn’t giving up. I started making dolls at home.
From scraps. Sold a few online. Then a few more.”
Her voice was fading, but her words were strong.
She gestured around the beautiful room, the house that love had built.
Mia took over.
“Mom built a toy business from nothing. It paid our bills. Put me through college.
Gave us a life we never thought we’d have.”
I stood there speechless, trying to process what I was hearing.
“We went to that store every Christmas after that,” Mia continued. “Hoping we’d see you again. Hoping we could thank you.
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