As I rushed through traffic to reach the school, I kept trying to figure out what might have happened.
And my thoughts kept circling back to the previous morning, and what Emma had done for her friend, Caleb.
I had gone into Emma’s room and found her piggy bank shattered on the floor.
“Emma, what happened here?” I’d asked.
She’d looked up at me guiltily and said, “I needed the money.”
I found her piggy bank shattered on the floor.
“For what?”
“Mom, I saw Caleb covering the holes in his shoes with tape.”
My heart skipped a beat at that. Caleb was the new boy in her class. He and Emma had become friends, but I had no idea his family was in such a difficult situation.
“So I started saving,” she said. “Birthday money, chore money, the snack money you gave me, everything. It took a few months, but I bought him a new pair of sneakers.”
I was so proud of her. After everything we’d been through, it was a relief to know my daughter hadn’t lost her kind and sensitive spirit like I’d once feared she would.
“I bought him a new pair of sneakers.”
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