The Gift of Giving

Mikhail looked up as I approached, startled but not guilty—just thoughtful. He explained that their visits were meant to remain anonymous, so the attention stayed on the children they were helping. The mention of “Grandma” had simply been a playful code to ensure the kids didn’t spill the surprise too early. Every Saturday, they made gifts and encouraging messages for sick children, delivering them with bright, hopeful smiles.

Kneeling beside them, relief and pride washed over me like sunlight. Ana squeezed my hand, happy that the secret was finally revealed. Together, we finished our cards, filling them with gentle colors and kind words. Surrounded by quiet acts of generosity, I realized that love often speaks through simple deeds. From that day on, our Saturdays became a family tradition, rooted in giving, gratitude, and the quiet joy of helping others.