A Small Act of Kindness on My Daily Commute Led to an Unexpected Christmas Eve Message

He hadn’t. In a letter he left behind, he told me I was his home and thanked me for every day we shared. Sitting on that bench, holding proof that my love hadn’t been a lie—only imperfect and human—I made a choice.

I didn’t know what role I could play in a child’s life, but I knew I wouldn’t turn away. Grief still walked beside me as I went home that day, but it no longer walked alone.