We went to Target with a simple goal: pick up a few things for my new foster daughter, who had arrived with almost nothing of her own. In the toy aisle, her laughter rang out for the first time in days as she tried on silly costumes, and for a moment, the weight of her past seemed lighter. 🎭✨

That’s when a woman approached us—warm smile, gentle eyes. She shared that she, too, had once been in foster care, and softly asked, “Would it be alright if I bought her a toy?” What happened next felt like something out of a movie. Instead of just one toy, Ms. Carolyn, a teacher with a heart of gold, spent the next hour filling a cart with love disguised as essentials: sturdy shoes, a bright backpack, fluffy blankets, socks, cozy pajamas, bath bombs, and toys that made her giggle until her cheeks hurt. 🛒💝

She had no idea how much this child lacked. She just gave—and gave—without hesitation.

That night, my sweet girl curled up in her new pajamas under her soft blanket, clutching her toy close. In a whisper full of wonder, she said, “God blessed me.” 🌙🙏

Her dignity was restored. Her heart was full. And as I stood watching her drift into peaceful sleep, I thought to myself: When I grow up, I want to be like Ms. Carolyn. 💖✨