My father-in-law had no pension, and for twelve years I looked after him with everything I had. As he took his final breath, he pressed a torn pillow into my hands. When I opened it, I broke down in tears.

Some people leave behind money. Others leave behind property. But Robert Miller left behind something far rarer—a reminder that kindness, when given without expectation, becomes a legacy that outlives us.

And that is the inheritance I will carry for the rest of my life.

If you were in my place, would you have made the same choice—to care for someone when you had nothing to gain? And do you believe love should be repaid, or simply passed forward?