My Mom Fed the Same Homeless Man Every Christmas… Until This Year

He came with me to her grave. He placed the flowers gently and whispered goodbye. Before he left, he told me one last thing: my mom had asked him to look out for me after she was gone. That night, I understood—my mother hadn’t just fed someone in need. She’d built a bridge. One plate at a time. One Christmas Eve at a time. And even after she was gone, love still found its way back to me.