Two weeks after my 18th birthday, a surprise box arrived. Inside was a beautifully baked pecan pie and a heartfelt note:”To the young woman with the kind heart and golden hands, Your pies made my final months warm and full of love. I never saw your face, but I felt your soul. I’d like to leave my home and blessings to someone who knows what love tastes like. – M”Days later, a lawyer called to confirm that a hospice patient named Margaret had left me her entire estate—including a house, car, and a trust fund she had never used.
