I Thought I Was Just Helping a Girl in School — 12 Years Later, I Learned How Much It Really Meant
I still remember her shy smile as if it were yesterday. She sat two rows away in our fifth-grade classroom, always cheerful but unusually quiet during lunch. Every day, when the bell rang and everyone unpacked their food, she would pretend to search her bag before quietly saying, “My mom forgot again.” Most classmates didn’t…