A package of clothes was sent … and arrived after a year

Last year, while cleaning out my daughter’s closet, I found a bundle of barely worn clothes—perfect for a little girl around two or three years old. I decided to donate them to someone who might need them.

Shortly after I posted, I received a message from a woman going through a difficult time. Her words were simple and honest: her daughter had very few clothes and wondered if I could send her what I had.

At first, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if I should even reply. But there was something in her message—a quiet vulnerability—that made me pause.

I thought about how difficult it is to ask for help, especially when you’re at your lowest. So I packed the clothes, paid for the shipping myself, and sent them off without expecting a response.

Weeks passed. Then months. I almost forgot about it completely.

A small part of me wondered if I’d been mistaken. But then I remembered: Even if that had been the case, those clothes could still bring comfort to someone who needed them.