11/09/2025
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When I was nine, alone in a foster home that felt nothing like family, there was a woman next door who changed everything.
I didn’t speak English. I cried every night. The foster mother was cold — but this woman noticed me. She brought me a backpack of new clothes, including the blue outfit I wore in the only photo I have of her. She shared snacks meant for her daughter, drove me in her silver minivan, and made me feel safe for the first time since losing my family.
Then I was moved. No goodbye, no address — just a photo and a memory of kindness I’ve carried for decades.
I still dream of finding her — the woman who saw me when no one else did. She didn’t owe me anything, but she gave me warmth, care, and hope.
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