When I was eight, my class held a Christmas gift exchange, but my family was so poor we couldn’t afford to buy a present. Determined to participate, I wrapped one of my dad’s old books in reused paper and gave it to a classmate. In return, she gave me the newest Barbie doll. However, when she opened my gift, she burst into tears.

The next day, her mom came to school with a serious expression, asking for me. But when she saw me, her face softened into a warm smile. She handed me a bag filled with gifts—the Barbie’s matching car, a Ken doll, and festive clothes. I was stunned.

It didn’t end there. She invited me to join her and her daughter for lunch after school, my first-ever restaurant experience. Her daughter, initially upset, had become kind, and we formed a close friendship. Even now, at 24, though we live in different towns, we’ve stayed in touch.

That mother’s compassion showed me the true spirit of Christmas, leaving a lasting impact. Now that my family is financially stable, I carry forward her kindness by helping a child in need every holiday season.