When my dad found a small bag of coins in my sister’s room, he asked where they came from.
She nervously admitted, “It’s my payment for helping Mrs. Green.”
Our elderly neighbor had been giving her a few coins for watering flowers, filling bird feeders, and keeping her company after school.
My sister was afraid we’d be angry, but Dad knelt beside her and said, “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were helping someone who needed you.”
He helped her start a savings jar, and she continued visiting Mrs. Green—not for the money, but because they had become genuine friends.
Mrs. Green shared stories, taught her about gardening, and even came to her school events.
In the end, those little coins were worth far more than money. They taught a child the joy of kindness—and gave an elderly woman an unexpected friend.
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