When I was eight, my class had a Christmas gift exchange.

My family was so poor we couldn’t afford to buy a gift, so I wrapped one of my dad’s old books in reused paper and gave it to my classmate. In return, she gave me the latest Barbie doll. When she opened my gift, she started crying.

The next day, her mom came to school, her expression serious as she asked for me. But when she saw me, her face softened into a warm smile. She handed me a bag filled with gifts—the Barbie’s matching car, a Ken doll, and beautiful holiday clothes. I was speechless.

It didn’t stop there. She invited me to join her and her daughter for lunch after school. I was in shock—it was my first time ever eating at a restaurant.

Her daughter, once upset, was now kind, and we became close friends. Even at 24, despite living in different towns, we’re still in touch.

That mother’s kindness showed me the true magic of Christmas, and I’ve never forgotten it. Now that my family is financially stable, I honor her gesture by helping a child in need every holiday season.