Being a single dad to three-year-old twins, Bella and Lily, is hard. Life hit me hard this year: daycare closed, my income dropped, my mom got sick, and our washing machine died. After hand-washing clothes for days, I visited a secondhand store for a replacement.
While inspecting a beat-up washer, a kind older woman asked about my girls. I explained it was just me, and she offered a tip on a cheap machine. I bought it, but when I opened it at home, I found a box with a note:
“For you and your children — M”
Inside were keys and an address. Following them, I discovered a fully furnished house with a note explaining it belonged to the woman’s late sister, who had always wanted children. She wanted it full of life again.
Weeks later, I met Margaret, the woman in the store. She had kept her sister’s house keys for someone in need, paying forward a kindness she once received.
Now, the twins have their rooms, my mom is recovering, and our home is filled with laughter. A stranger’s compassion saved us when I was ready to give up.
