She stepped through our doors on Miracle Day, carrying something small, yet full of meaning.
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For years, her mother had quietly filled an old bottle with dimes, one by one, over time. The plan was simple: bring the full bottle to a family Christmas gathering and let everyone guess how much had accumulated inside.
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But life changed. Loved ones passed. Family moved away. And seven years ago, her mother was gone.
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Still, the bottle continued to fill.
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This Christmas, with the bottle finally full and the family table quieter than it once was, she chose to honour her mother by carrying forward what she had always believed: that every child should feel the warmth and magic of Christmas. She brought the bottle to Miracle Day, donating it so that her mother’s spirit of giving could be experienced by the children who needed it most.
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In that small, shining moment, years of love became a gift felt, not counted. A quiet reminder that kindness grows when it is shared, and that even the simplest acts of kindness can light up the hearts of many.