One rainy evening, I saw an older woman soaked under a streetlamp. She looked frail but her eyes reminded me of my late mother. I offered her a place to stay in my garage, and she accepted.
Two days later, I was shocked to find the garage spotless and thousands of dollars in cash on a table. The woman explained she found it hidden in old boxes in the garage. It turned out to be money my late father had hidden years ago.
She could’ve taken the money, but instead, she returned it, saying honesty was her way of repaying my kindness. I offered her a room inside, but she preferred the garage. Together, we used some of the money to help her get back on her feet.
Over time, we became unlikely friends, teaching each other the value of kindness and trust. Sometimes, life’s surprises bring more than we expect.