That night, as I walked home, I held the locket in my hand. Its weight felt different now, not heavy but significant—a symbol of love and the bond that had been rekindled.
What started as an ordinary day had become something extraordinary.
I’d learned that even the smallest gestures like helping a neighbor or listening to a story could change lives.
And as I glanced back at Mrs. Cartwright’s house, glowing with light and laughter, I knew that her husband’s message would endure, carried forward by those who loved him.
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