A small kindness

Many years ago, I recall seeing my sister-in-law picking up sticks in my parents’ yard. Not large branches — just small twigs and debris.

This wasn’t part of a routine or a chore. Done out of love or boredom, I don’t know. Just an unexpected kindness.

Decades later, I thought of it again while collecting fallen twigs in my own yard.

We can’t know how far our influence reaches.
A small act might echo long after we’ve gone.