A year later, I found a box on my porch. Inside, there were photos of the little girl playing with the kitchen set, her face lit up with the kind of joy you can’t fake.But there was something else—a brand-new, handcrafted wooden recipe box with a note tucked inside.The note read: “Thank you for your kindness. My niece loved that kitchen set so much that she now says she wants to be a chef.
She and I made this recipe box together as our way of paying it forward.
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