“She’s my hero.”
I looked at her.
She immediately rolled her eyes.
But I could see tears returning.
Because heroes rarely know they’re heroes.
They just keep showing up.
Day after day.
Year after year.
Doing what needs to be done.
Twenty years earlier, Charlotte had looked past my weight, my grief, and the cruel labels people gave me.
She saw a person.
That single act changed the course of my life.
And now, twenty years later, life had given me the chance to return the favor.
The funny thing about kindness is that it compounds.
Like interest.
One small act becomes another.
