This started happening regularly, and I decided to test it out. I purposely left $20 on the dresser, only to find it gone when she went out again. I couldn’t understand why she was doing this; we’re not wealthy, but she always had money for her expenses.

The next time, when she said she was going out, I made a decision to follow her.

I was surprised that she ended up at some almost dilapidated house and went inside. I quietly approached. But when I looked through the window, tears welled up in my eyes as I saw her.

Inside the house, there was a group of kids around her age, all looking thin and worn. My daughter, Sophie, was handing out sandwiches and small bags of groceries to them. They eagerly took the food, their eyes lighting up with gratitude. Sophie smiled at them, comforting a younger girl who seemed particularly distressed.

I stood there, frozen, watching my daughter care for these children. She wasn’t spending the money on herself or her friends; she was helping those in need.

Sophie had always had compassion, yet I didn’t know she was doing something so selfless. After a few minutes, I stepped back from the window and waited for her to finish. When she finally came out, I walked up to her.

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