Taken from life. “I gave my children's clothes in need of a neighbor”: after a few days I found them in the trash

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.