By daily 
For Nancy, her son Henry was everything. She could never imagine a life without him. It had been 23 years since the tragic accident that claimed his life, but not a year had gone by without her honoring his memory. Every year on the anniversary of his passing, she brought his favorite apple and cinnamon pie to his grave—a ritual she had maintained with unwavering devotion. This year, however, something unexpected was about to happen.
Nancy, now 61, had never missed a single year. The simple yet delicious pie had been Henry’s favorite since he was a little boy. The scent of apples and cinnamon always transported her back to the days when Henry would run into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the freshly baked dessert. Those moments had become precious memories, and baking the pie was her way of keeping them alive.
Nancy’s son Henry had been everything to her. After his tragic death, she kept his memory alive by bringing his favorite apple and cinnamon pie to his grave every year. It was a small, bittersweet ritual she had honored for 23 years.
This year, something unexpected happened.
For the first time, the pie she left at his grave was gone the next day. In its place was a note that simply read, “Thank you.” Nancy, heartbroken and confused, baked another pie and decided to watch.
A small boy, ragged and hungry, appeared to take the pie. His name was Jimmy, and he was surviving alone. Nancy’s anger melted. She took him home, fed him, and found a new sense of purpose in helping him.
In that moment, she realized Henry’s memory had brought her something unexpected: healing through kindness.