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by glowy
Rated: E · Short Story · Children's · #2320634
This story will amaze your mind and this will teach you how to respect elders.
Once upon a time, in the heart of the bustling town of , there was an old woman named Mrs.
She is known everywhere for her kind heart and passion for collecting rare coins.
Every day she wanders the crowded streets, her keen eyes scanning the ground searching for even the smallest bit of treasure.
One sunny afternoon, while Mme.
Jenkins walked home from the market when her eyes fell on a shiny gold coin abandoned on the sidewalk.
She shouted with joy, bent down to pick it up, her heart beating wildly.
The coin was truly a rare find, number , and she couldn't wait to add it to her prized collection.
As Mrs.
Jenkins continued walking, clutching the coin in her hand, she noticed a boy sitting sadly on the sidewalk.
His clothes were tattered and his eyes were full of longing.
Jenkins felt a pang of pity.

Approaching the boy, she kindly asked: "What's the matter, young man?
" Are you Okay ?
The boy looked up, surprised by her presence.
He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I'm hungry, ma'am,” he admitted.
“I had a coin to buy food but I lost it.
” Without hesitation, ma'am.
Jenkins reached into her pocket and pulled out the gold coin she had found.
“Here, take this,” she said, pressing it into the boy's outstretched hand.
“It's yours now.
” The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the precious gift in his palm.
“Thank you, ma'am,” he stammered, his voice choked with emotion.
With a warm smile, Ms.
Jenkins patted the boy's shoulder before continuing on his way.
Even though she had given away her most precious possession, she still felt a sense of contentment wash over her.
After all, she knew kindness was worth more than any treasure.
Little did Mrs.
Jenkins know that her generous act would soon come back to her in ways she least expected.
When she reached the end of the street, she heard a familiar jingling sound behind her.
Turning around, she saw the young man running towards her, a bright smile on his lips.

“Grandma, wait!
” » he shouted, waving something in his hand.
“I dropped that!
” In his outstretched palm was a glittering gold coin, identical to the one Mrs.
Jenkins had given him.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what had happened.
“Thank you, honey,” she whispered, gently taking the coin from his hand.
"But I think you should keep it.
Think of it as a gift from one friend to another.
" And so Mrs.
Jenkins and the boy rode off into the sunset together, with hearts filled with gratitude and kindness.
Because they know that in the end, what matters is not the treasure they possess but the love they share with each other.

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