Dropping off groceries for a family down the street.
I didn’t tell anyone.
Because I understood something now that I hadn’t before.
It wasn’t about the amount.
It was about the moment.
It became a habit.
***
One afternoon, Mae sat across from me at the table, watching me write.
“You’re doing what Arthur did, aren’t you?”
“Trying to,” I said, looking up.
She smiled a little. “I think he’d like that.”
I smiled.
“I hope so.”
***
A week later, I drove out to a quiet cemetery just outside the city.
Carter had given me the location.
“I think he’d like that.”
It took me a few minutes to find the marker with Arthur’s name.
I stood there for a while.
Then I reached into my pocket.
Pulled out a ten-dollar bill.
And placed it gently at the base of the stone.
“I found you, too, just as you found me.”
The words felt strange, but right.
I stood there for a while.
I stood there a little longer, then turned to leave.
But before I walked away, I glanced back once more.
For years, I believed I couldn’t afford kindness, that it would cost me too much.
I was wrong.
Because sometimes… it doesn’t disappear.
