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It was his favorite dessert, and baking it had become a tradition they both cherished.\n\n\n\n
Since Henry\u2019s tragic accident at 17, this ritual had been Nancy\u2019s way of keeping his memory alive.\n\n\n\n
It gave her a sense of connection to him, like she was still doing something special for her boy. Losing him had been the hardest thing she had ever gone through. The pain of that day never left her.\n\n\n\n
Even though the years had passed, her grief remained, only softened by time and the small comfort this tradition brought her.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n On this particular day, just like every year before, Nancy carefully carried the freshly baked pie to the graveyard.\n\n\n\n The weight of the dish felt heavier, as it always did when she walked toward Henry\u2019s resting place. The grave was neat and covered in flowers, a sign of how much he was still loved.\n\n\n\n The stone had become smoother over the years, as she had often run her fingers over it, lost in her memories.\n\n\n\n Nancy knelt, placing the pie gently on the gravestone. Her heart ached as she began to speak, her voice quiet, as though Henry might somehow hear her.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cHenry, I hope you\u2019re at peace, my love. I miss you every day. I baked your favorite pie again. Remember how we used to bake it together? You\u2019d always sneak a taste before it was done.\u201d\n\n\n\n She smiled, but her eyes were misty with tears. \u201cI wish we could do that one more time.\u201d\n\n\n\n The familiar sorrow welled up inside her, but Nancy had learned over the years to push through the tears.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n She wiped her eyes quickly and managed a small smile. After a few more moments of silence, she kissed her fingers and touched the top of the gravestone as she said her quiet goodbye.\n\n\n\n Then, with a heavy but comforted heart, she turned and walked away, knowing she\u2019d be back next year, just like always.\n\n\n\n The next day, as part of her routine, Nancy made her way back to Henry\u2019s grave to clean up the remains of the pie.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Usually, by the time she returned, the pie was either untouched or spoiled by the weather, a quiet reminder of her son\u2019s absence.\n\n\n\n She had always found it a bittersweet comfort, knowing the pie stayed where she left it as if waiting for him.\n\n\n\n But today, as she approached the grave, something felt different. Nancy\u2019s heart skipped a beat when she saw that the plate was clean\u2014completely empty. For a moment, she stood frozen in disbelief.\n\n\n\n Then, she noticed something else. Resting on the plate was a small piece of paper, folded in half.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Nancy\u2019s hands trembled as she picked up the note. Her breath caught in her throat as she unfolded it.\n\n\n\n The handwriting was shaky, as though whoever had written it had struggled to form the letters. The simple words read: \u201cThank you.\u201d\n\n\n\n Her heart pounded with confusion and anger.\n\n\n\n \u201cWho would take Henry\u2019s pie?\u201d she muttered under her breath, clutching the note tightly. \u201cThis was for my son. No one had the right to touch it!\u201d\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Her private ritual, her way of honoring and remembering her son, had been invaded by a stranger.\n\n\n\n She felt violated, as if someone had stolen a piece of her grief.\n\n\n\n With her emotions swirling\u2014part outrage, part confusion\u2014Nancy left the cemetery, her mind set on finding the person who had taken her son\u2019s pie. She had to know who had done this, and why.\n\n\n\n Determined to catch the culprit, Nancy decided she would take matters into her own hands. She couldn\u2019t let someone continue to disturb the way she honored Henry. So, she devised a plan.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n That night, she baked another of Henry\u2019s favorite pies, the same apple and cinnamon recipe she had been making for over two decades.\n\n\n\n The next morning, with renewed resolve, she placed the freshly baked pie on Henry\u2019s grave, just like before, but this time she wasn\u2019t leaving.\n\n\n\n She found a large oak tree nearby and hid behind it, close enough to see the grave but far enough to not be noticed.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The warm aroma of the pie drifted through the air, filling the quiet cemetery.\n\n\n\n Time passed slowly as Nancy watched and waited, her heart racing in anticipation.\n\n\n\n An hour later, she spotted movement. A small figure cautiously approached the grave. Nancy squinted, leaning forward to get a better look.\n\n\n\n It wasn\u2019t the greedy thief she had imagined. No, this was something entirely different.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n A young boy, no older than 9, with ragged clothes and dirt smudged on his face, moved toward the pie with hesitant steps.\n\n\n\n Nancy\u2019s heart tightened as she watched him. The boy didn\u2019t immediately take the pie.\n\n\n\n Instead, he knelt by the grave and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small scrap of paper and a dull pencil. His hand trembled as he carefully scribbled something on the paper, his brow furrowed with concentration.\n\n\n\n It was clear the boy struggled with writing, but he took his time, making sure each word was legible.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Nancy\u2019s heart softened as she saw him write \u201cThank you\u201d on the paper, just like before. He wasn\u2019t a thief. He wasn\u2019t someone disrespecting Henry\u2019s memory. He was just a hungry child, grateful for the kindness of a pie left behind.\n\n\n\n The anger that had once consumed Nancy melted away in an instant. She realized this boy wasn\u2019t stealing; he was surviving. He was in need, and her son\u2019s favorite pie had somehow brought him comfort.\n\n\n\n As the boy began to pick up the pie, his small hands shaking, Nancy stepped out from her hiding spot.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The rustle of leaves under her feet made him freeze, wide-eyed. Startled, he dropped the pie, and it tumbled onto the grass. His face paled, and he backed away, looking terrified.\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019m really sorry!\u201d the boy cried, his voice trembling with panic. \u201cI was just so hungry, and the pie was so good. Please don\u2019t be mad.\u201d\n\n\n\n Nancy\u2019s heart softened instantly. The sight of him\u2014thin, dirty, and scared\u2014erased any trace of anger she had felt before.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n She knelt beside him, speaking gently, her voice as comforting as she could make it. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, sweetheart. I\u2019m not mad at you, Where are your parents?\u201d she said, her tone soothing. The boy stayed silent and shook his head. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d Nancy asked another question understanding that the boy had nowhere to go.\n\n\n\n \u201cJimmy,\u201d he muttered, still avoiding her eyes, ashamed of what he had done.\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, Jimmy,\u201d Nancy smiled softly, trying to reassure him, \u201cit\u2019s okay. You don\u2019t have to steal pies. If you\u2019re hungry, all you had to do was ask.\u201d\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Jimmy looked up at her, his lips quivering as he tried to speak. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to steal,\u201d he said, his voice small and shaky. \u201cI just\u2026 I don\u2019t get to eat much, and that pie was the best thing I\u2019ve ever had.\u201d\n\n\n\n Nancy\u2019s heart ached for him, her mind flooded with thoughts of how different this boy\u2019s life must be.\n\n\n\n The hunger in his eyes reminded her of her own son, Henry, when he would eagerly wait for that first bite of her freshly baked pie.\n\n\n\n But Henry never had to worry about where his next meal would come from. Jimmy, on the other hand, looked like he had been living with hunger for a long time.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cCome with me,\u201d Nancy said after a moment of thought. She stood up and reached out her hand to him. \u201cI\u2019ll bake you a fresh pie, just for you.\u201d\n\n\n\n Jimmy\u2019s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn\u2019t trust his own ears. \u201cReally?\u201d he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and doubt.\n\n\n\n Nancy nodded, her heart filled with a strange but comforting warmth. \u201cYes, really. You don\u2019t have to be afraid.\u201d\n\n\n\n Slowly, Jimmy reached out and took Nancy\u2019s hand.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n She led him back to her home, the boy walking beside her in silence, his eyes darting around as if he wasn\u2019t sure if this was all real. Nancy\u2019s heart swelled with the thought of what she was about to do.\n\n\n\n Baking had always been her way of expressing love, and now, after years of baking for a son she could no longer see, she was about to bake for someone who truly needed it.\n\n\n\n When they reached her cozy kitchen, Nancy set to work, rolling out the dough, slicing the apples, and adding the perfect amount of cinnamon\u2014just as she had done so many times before.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Jimmy watched her quietly from the corner of the kitchen, his eyes wide as he followed every move she made.\n\n\n\n The smell of the pie began to fill the room, warm and comforting, like a hug from a long-lost friend.\n\n\n\n Once the pie was baked, Nancy placed it in front of Jimmy. \u201cHere you go, sweetheart,\u201d she said softly.\n\n\n\n \u201cThis one\u2019s all for you.\u201d\n\n\n\n Jimmy hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn\u2019t believe what was happening. But then he grabbed a slice and took a bite. His face lit up with joy, his eyes sparkling as he chewed.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is the best pie I\u2019ve ever had,\u201d he said, his mouth still full. He ate with such happiness that it brought tears to Nancy\u2019s eyes.\n\n\n\n She watched him in silence, thinking about how something as simple as a pie could bring so much comfort to someone.\n\n\n\n As Jimmy devoured the warm slices with obvious delight, Nancy couldn\u2019t help but think of Henry.\n\n\n\n She had always dreamed of seeing her son eat his favorite pie again, of watching him enjoy it the way he used to when he was a child.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n But now, in some strange and unexpected way, she was sharing it with another boy who needed it just as much.\n\n\n\n Watching Jimmy eat, Nancy felt a deep sense of peace wash over her. Perhaps this was how it was meant to be.\n\n\n\n Maybe fate had brought Jimmy into her life for a reason. By feeding him, by offering him kindness when he needed it most, she was honoring Henry\u2019s memory in a way she had never imagined.\n\n\n\n For the first time in years, Nancy felt that her grief had led her to something beautiful\u2014a connection, a purpose that gave new meaning to her life.\n\n\n\n For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Maybe, just maybe, this was Henry\u2019s way of sending her a message\u2014that love and kindness should always find their way back to those in need.\n\n\n\n Nancy smiled as she watched Jimmy finish the last slice of pie, her heart full of warmth and gratitude.\n\n\n\n She had found an unexpected connection in the most unlikely place, and it filled her soul in a way that nothing else had in years.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For Nancy her son Henry was everything, she never imagined her life without him. 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