That afternoon, Sophie came to my house alone. She looked embarrassed and apologized for her mother\u2019s behavior. I told her she had nothing to apologize for. She hugged Lily, and Lily quietly told her, \u201cIt\u2019s okay. We\u2019re still friends.\u201d Sophie admitted Denise had spent the entire morning complaining about the city warning, the muddy SUV, and the repair estimate. Hearing the girls talk reminded me that children sometimes understand kindness better than adults. Denise eventually paid for the repairs herself and began driving Sophie to school every morning. For the first time in four years, I wasn\u2019t automatically responsible for getting her daughter everywhere.<\/p>\n
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A few weeks later, Denise knocked on my door again. This time, she wasn\u2019t angry. She apologized and admitted she had become so focused on protecting her expensive new car that she had forgotten people mattered more than leather seats. I accepted her apology, but I didn\u2019t return to our old arrangement. Four years of helping freely had taught me something important: kindness should be given willingly, not treated like a service someone is entitled to receive. Denise seemed disappointed, but she finally understood why I had stepped away.<\/p>\n
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