Twenty Years Ago, I Played Santa for a Little Girl – This Christmas, She Came Back for Me

At the funeral, I met the employees whose lives she’d touched. The families who bought toys from her company. The children who still played with dolls she’d designed.

In that moment, I understood what she had built.

It wasn’t just a business; it was a legacy rooted in kindness. And somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling like a ghost.

Kindness doesn’t just save the person receiving it. It saves the person giving it too.

Twenty years ago, I thought my life was over.

That I had nothing left to give. But I was wrong.

The smallest acts of love come back to you in the biggest ways.

Sometimes a little girl with a scar on her cheek grows up and gives you a reason to keep living.

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