My Son Spent All His Savings To Buy Books For A Poor Classmate — The Next Morning, Our Yard Was Covered In Piggy Banks And Police Cars

He had talked about it for two weeks.

“Mom, it has skeletons and volcanoes and a giant fold-out T. rex,” he had told me. “I’m saving my money for it.”

He had been saving for months.

Birthday money.

Tooth fairy money.

Coins he found under the couch.

Every quarter he earned for feeding the cat.

All of it sat inside his green piggy bank on his bedroom shelf.continue reading …