A Gesture Of Love.

It was one of those nights the moon decides to be all out. Just got home from work when my phone beeped, from the sound, I knew it was a WhatsApp notification, so I didn't want to check, at least not yet. I was so tired and need to shower and at least, rest a little.

But, I checked the screen of my phone and noticed that the number was a saved but unfamiliar one. It's been long since I chatted the person I guess and I can't think of who it was. So, out of curiosity I opened the message. It was when I opened it I remember who it was. It was a woman I had helped sometimes ago, she was having issues with her young daughter who has decided to stop going to school and move with "bad girls." I talked to her back then, and even though it took some time, the girl changed. I just smiled as I responded to her greetings.

Immediately I responded her message, she replied back and told me how tough things were and all, how she's been trying to survive, to do menial jobs and such, but her main message that night was the fact that she had absolutely nothing on her, and they haven't eaten that night, plus they would need to at least eat the following morning if the night own won't even be possible again. And to be honest, I didn't have much too, even though that day happens to be my pay day, I had calculated the debts I will be paying, the little foods stuffs I will buy, the little I will send to my parents and all. I didn't even have anything left for savings. But this woman is definitely in a serious situation, and for a mother to let go of her pride and do this, then she's exhausted her options.

So, I just asked for her account details and sent her a little amount, I told her I'm sorry it's small. She didn't check the message or maybe she's not online. I just dropped my phone and went to shower. Immediately I came out, my phone beeped again, and my guess was right, it was her. She has sent a voice note message. I played the voicenote and was listening to it and at the same time cleaning myself with the towel.

Her voice made me stop in-between, this woman was crying, thanking me and at the same time praying for me. It got to a point and even I can tell that she was lost for words. Then the voicenote ended. I just stood there, one leg on the bed frame the other on the floor with towel in hand.

I don't even know what I was feeling, maybe I was feeling embarrassed, or I was feeling proud I can't say, but I knew I felt this soft, warm feeling inside of me. Still in that same position I thought about it, what exactly did I do, how much did I send, but see the way this woman makes it feel as if I've gotten her the whole world, I realized how that small thing I did moved someone in a way I wasn't expecting/I can't even imagine.

Later on, we exchanged few messages more, I asked about her daughter and asked her to extend my greetings to her. Later that night before sleeping, I still think about it, something that small, almost invisible but it carried that much weight and gratitude. And then I thought about how most people do go about showing, displaying their good deeds and people they've helped. I am not against it, I just felt this was one too, but it was simple, wasn't recorded and it stayed between us.

That night, I knew more better, that the things we do, that small act of love, that showing up quietly can mean the world to the other person.

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