That evening, while my parents sat comfortably at a restaurant, I opened our local community page.
I wrote a simple message.
Free homemade meal available tonight. No questions asked. Single parents, elderly neighbors, anyone who could use a warm dinner.
Within an hour, people began arriving.
Some were shy. Some looked embarrassed. Some looked relieved.
Emily served every plate herself.
She listened as people thanked her. As they told her how good the food was. How much it meant to them. How thoughtful it was.
Her smile grew with every plate she handed over.
By the end of the night, she stood taller than I had ever seen her stand.
The food found its purpose.
So did she.
