I GAVE MY COAT TO A HOMELESS WOMAN ON CHRISTMAS EVE — 3 YEARS LATER, SHE RETURNED WITH A GRAY CASE & A SMILE I COULDN’T FORGET

That was Jenny. Always turning life’s disappointments into something beautiful.

We spent our years traveling, building traditions, and making memories. Whether it was a road trip through the mountains or a quiet evening watching old movies, we lived for each other.

But five years ago, everything changed.

It was three days before Christmas, and we were gearing up for the family party we hosted every year.

Jenny had made a list of gifts we needed, and we decided to meet at the mall after work to finish shopping.

“Don’t forget to grab the wrapping paper from aisle five. You know I like the one with the little snowmen,” she reminded me over the phone.

“I got it, Jenny. You’re acting like I don’t know your Christmas quirks after 20 years.”

“Just making sure, Mr. Forgetful. See you at the mall in an hour,” she said, her voice warm.

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