The Promise
When I finally locked her apartment for the last time, I whispered a promise to her — and to myself.
That I would never again walk through life blind to the quiet souls around me.
That I would keep noticing, keep reaching out, even when people don’t respond.
Because sometimes, those who say nothing feel the most.
And sometimes, a simple act of kindness — a drawing, a word, a smile — can become someone’s reason to keep going.
