Yesterday, my 5-year-old daughter came home from daycare and broke open her piggy bank. She told me she had seen the cleaning lady, an elderly woman, crying in the kitchen. She overheard the teachers talking about how the rent had been raised, and that the woman didn’t have enough money to pay it. Although my daughter didn’t fully understand the amounts involved, she hoped that her piggy bank savings could help the lady.
My husband quickly returned the money to our daughter, bought a new piggy bank, and said he would take care of the situation himself. He went to the daycare and spoke with the cleaning lady. He learned that she was raising her 7-year-old grandson alone and that they rented a small apartment so the boy could attend school in the city instead of a rural area.
My husband then offered her one of our flats to live in. It was an old apartment he had inherited from his grandmother and had never rented out because he preferred to keep it empty. But he was happy to let this kind lady and her grandson live there.
She was overjoyed—no longer worried about rent, she and her grandson could live with more peace and comfort. I am so proud of my sweet daughter and my wonderful husband.