about it. Thick sole, warm lining, and sturdy leather.
At home, I wrote a note on lined paper: “For everything you do, Mr. Harris. Thank you.”
No name. No fuss. I wanted kindness to land softly, not loudly.
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Monday morning, I slipped into the janitor’s closet before the halls filled up and set the box in Harris’s cubby with the note tucked under the continue reading …
