“You’re the girl who fed me,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied. “I always will be.”
At his funeral, Aaron said, “My father was never poor. He was lost—and kindness found him.”
Years later, Penelope tugged Felicity’s hand. “Mom,” she asked, pointing to a lonely man, “is he hungry?”
Felicity smiled. “Yes. And we can help.”
Because kindness, she had learned, always finds its way back.
