She Remembered What Everyone Else Forgot

She smiled. “Kindness comes back around.”

I believed her.

One afternoon, a child cried in the hallway. Amy paused, listened, then left the room. Ten minutes later, she returned with a sticker, a juice box, and a smile.

“Still handing out food to make people feel better?” I teased.

She laughed. “Some things never change.”

On my last day, she helped with discharge papers and handed me a folded note.

“You probably don’t remember,” she said, “but you once made a list of things I was good at. You told me I was more than what people saw.”

Inside was that same list. Faded, but intact.

“You kept this?”

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