I looked at things lying among the garbage. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/3970d2/620x0/1/0/2025/03/13/mocloyctqqlzjelsonxnsl1fkf8zhbpxhzp72ibm.jpg" alt = "things @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (134,132,127.0.51)" > < p > small clothes. Almost new shoes.

< p > My heart froze. I recognized them right away.

< p > these were my child's things.

< p > the same, which a few days ago gratefully accepted a neighbor from me.

< p > And now they lay here. Thrown.

< p > as if I gave her rubbish, not something that could have been useful to someone.

< p > A few days earlier a crying came to me.

< p > — I have nothing to wear little & hellip; & Amp; MDASH; she whispered. & Amp; MDASH; Everything either too small or damaged.

< p > I felt sorry for her

< P >I knew she didn't have an easy life & ndash; Lonely mother, without permanent work, fighting for survival.

< p > I didn't hesitate.

< p > — I have a lot of things after my son — I said with a smile. & Amp; MDASH; Almost new, in great condition. You want ?

< p > — Really ? — She looked at me with hope. & Amp; MDASH; I would be very grateful.

< p > she had nothing to thank for.

< p > I just wanted a pom & oacute; c.

< p > and now the same clothes lay in the garbage.

< p > I raised one of the blouses, still smelled of washing powder.

< p > It was not destroyed.

< p > It was not dirty.

< p > was too good to finish in the trash.

< p > — What do you do ?

< p > Oppture & oacute; The neighbor stood a few step & oacute; further.

< p > looked at me without a shadow of shame.

< p > — These are things that I gave & I gave & hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I whispered.

< p > shrugged.

< p > — And so what ?

< p > — After all, you have mai -oacute; you needed that you need & hellip;

< p > — I need good things, not just anything — she said dry.

< p > my heart squeezed.

< p > — They were almost new.

< p > — They were not branded — She snorted. & Amp; MDASH; They are not of good quality.

< p > I felt how I clench my fingers on this small blouse.

< p > I gave her something that was value.

< p > something that could be a pom & c.

< p > something that worn my child.

< p > and she just threw it into the garbage.

< p > I didn't say anything more.

< p > Oppture & oacute; I was and left.

< p > but that day I learned one thing.

< p > not every outstretched hand deserves help.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116