Elliot had no money for gifts, but he wanted to give his sister something beautiful.
On Christmas Eve, he stood outside and looked up at the moon—round, silver, perfect.
He ran inside, grabbed a box, and wrapped it carefully.
Inside, he placed a note:
“I can’t give you the moon, but every time you see it, remember you’re loved.”
Years later, long after toys were forgotten, his sister still kept that box.
Not because of what was inside—but because of who gave it.
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