Before my parents returned, I quietly restocked their bathroom with soft toilet paper, tissues, and even a few kitchen towels—not to punish anyone, but to gently remind them that generosity doesn’t require reciprocation.
I left a short note saying, "To my grandchildren's home—with love, Grandma." It wasn't meant to embarrass, but as a gesture of grace. Sometimes the best response to selfishness isn't confrontation, but constant kindness.
When my daughter-in-law discovered these things, her face softened and she whispered, almost embarrassed, "Thank you." My son gently squeezed my hand and mumbled an apology. Words weren't necessary—the message was clear.
Driving home under the silent night sky, I realized that some things are not learned in lectures, but through patience, humility, and love—the kind that costs nothing and yet means everything.
