Every Friday, seventy-year-old Eleanor took her seven-year-old granddaughter, Ellie, to Walmart. Since losing her son Daniel and Ellie\u2019s mother three years earlier, Eleanor had been raising the little girl alone. Money was painfully tight, and some months she had to choose between her own medicine and buying Ellie something she needed. One afternoon, while walking through the candy aisle, Ellie spotted something sparkling behind a box. She reached down and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring.<\/p>\n
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For one brief moment, Eleanor imagined what selling it could solve\u2014overdue bills, medicine, and new shoes for Ellie. Then her granddaughter looked up and quietly asked, \u201cDo you think somebody\u2019s crying because they lost it?\u201d Eleanor\u2019s temptation disappeared instantly. Moments later, a frantic woman rushed into the store searching for the ring, and Ellie happily returned it. The stranger thanked them repeatedly before leaving. Eleanor assumed that was the end of it. But the following morning, a man named Nate appeared at her door holding an old photograph. Click continue reading below<\/p>\n
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