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Story7
My best friend’s mother treated me like her own. During college, when money was tight, she always insisted I stay for dinner. She slipped food into my bag “accidentally on purpose.” When finals hit, she made care packages with snacks, tea, and handwritten notes. She never asked for anything in return.
Years later, at my graduation, she cried harder than my actual relatives. She whispered, “I always knew you’d make it.” Her faith in me carried me through more than a few dark moments.
Story8
My cousin always accused me of being coddled and irresponsible. When my husband walked out and left me with two toddlers, she knocked on my door with cleaning supplies and casseroles. She organized the entire house, fixed toys, folded laundry, and played with the kids while I sobbed in the bathroom. She came back every weekend for a month.
Surprisingly, this woman never once brought up my marriage or the insults she’d thrown at me over the years. She just kept saying, “You’re doing great. I’ve got the rest.”
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