At my son’s 9th birthday party, I noticed a little girl crying alone. Old dress. No gift. Everyone ignored her. I gave her cake, made her smile, and she hugged me saying, “I’m Mia.”
The next day, my son said there was no Mia in his class. The school confirmed it—no Mia enrolled. I thought I imagined her… until five weeks later, I found “Thank you for the cake. Love, Mia” written in blue crayon on the back of a paper plate at a community center.
Her real name was Amila. She had wandered into our party by accident while her mom struggled to pay for their own celebration next door. Months earlier, they had also returned my lost wallet—untouched—when they desperately needed the money.
One small act of kindness led to friendship, a job opportunity for her mom, and a fresh start for their family.
Sometimes kindness comes full circle. Always choose to walk over, not walk past. ❤️
