My family was so poor we couldn’t afford a gift,

so I wrapped one of my dad’s old books in reused gift paper

and gave it to my classmate. She, in return, had given me

the latest Barbie. When she saw my gift, she started crying.

The next day, her mom came to school, looking serious and asking

for me. Suddenly, she started smiling when she saw me and her expression

softened. She handed me a bag filled with gifts—the Barbie’s

matching car, a Ken doll, and brand-new holiday clothes. I was overwhelmed.

It didn’t end there. I froze in shock when she told me to wait after

school because she was taking me and her daughter to lunch—I

couldn’t believe it. It was my first time ever in a restaurant.

Her daughter, who had been upset before, was now kind to me, and we became

close friends. We’re still friends today, even at 24, despite living in different towns.

That mother’s kindness was the first time I truly felt the magic of Christmas.

I’ve never forgotten it. Now that my family is financially stable,

I pay it forward every year by helping a child in need during the holidays