Transforming rejection into an act of love

Instead of letting anger consume me, I decided to channel the love I couldn’t give my grandson into something else.
I volunteer at a food bank. There, I met Lina , 24, who is raising her little girl, Nina , on her own . Tired, worried, but courageous.
When I brought her the knitted blanket and the things I had prepared, she burst into tears. As I cradled Nina while her mother finally ate a hot meal with both hands free, I felt something soothing.
Love doesn’t disappear. It flows.
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