“Well, Jimmy,” Nancy said with a soft smile, “you don’t have to take the pie in secret. If you’re hungry, all you had to do was ask.”
Tears welled in Jimmy’s eyes as he explained how little he had to eat and how much the pie meant to him. Nancy thought of Henry—how he had always had more than enough, and how this boy had probably gone without for so long.
“Come with me,” she said, offering her hand. “I’ll bake you a fresh pie, just for you.”
Jimmy hesitated, unsure if he could trust her, but he eventually took her hand. Back at Nancy’s home, she prepared another pie, just as she had done so many times for Henry. As the scent of apples and cinnamon filled the kitchen, Jimmy’s face lit up. When the pie was ready, she placed it in front of him.
“This one’s all for you,” she said with a smile.
Jimmy took a bite, his face brightening with joy. “This is the best pie I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.
As Nancy watched him eat, she felt something she hadn’t experienced in years—a deep sense of peace. For so long, she had baked pies for Henry, who could no longer enjoy them. But now, she was sharing that love with someone who truly needed it. In some small way, it felt as if Henry had brought Jimmy into her life, reminding her that love and kindness are meant to be shared.
By the time Jimmy finished his last slice, Nancy’s heart was full. She realized this unexpected connection might be Henry’s way of showing her that even in her grief, she could still bring comfort to others. Perhaps this was her new way of honoring Henry—by helping those in need.
As Jimmy smiled up at her, Nancy felt warmth and gratitude fill her heart. She had found a new way to carry Henry’s memory forward, and it gave her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years.
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