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Christmas Eve is supposed to be magical, yet for me, it was often a painful reminder of love lost. Three years ago, I gave my coat to a homeless woman with eyes so familiar they stopped me cold. This Christmas, she returned to my door, holding a gray case and a smile I couldn’t forget.
I never expected to open the door and see her again. The woman I had helped on a whim, now unrecognizable, brought not just gratitude but a story that left me speechless.
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