We go home from school with our daughter, and she says she's hungry and can't stand it anymore.

I have often heard that childlike kindness is the most honest in nature. And up to a point, I couldn't figure out what that meant. How can one analyze or characterize a manifestation of kindness? This question haunted me until I came across a mother’s story about how her daughter taught her to be kinder and more tolerant.



This is the story we will share with you today. Maybe it will inspire you just as much and motivate you to be more empathetic. Or maybe you will recognize your child in this little heroine and once again make sure that you educate him correctly.

In any case, everyone can learn something instructive from this story.

Last week I was picking up my daughter from school as usual. Usually Lisonka is in no hurry to go out, still can not hang out with friends. And that Tuesday, it just hit me. Just saw me, ran up and let's babble: "Mommy, come quickly, I'm so hungry!"



It seemed rather strange to me, but I did not immediately torture my daughter with questions. I decided to feed my baby first. When we got home, I quickly cooked a branded casserole with cheese and started cleaning. But Lisa looked so impatiently into the oven as the casserole was prepared that I couldn’t resist asking why she was so hungry that day. After all, usually lunch, which takes place at their school after the 4th lesson, is enough until dinner.



The daughter replied that she gave her lunch to a classmate, whom her parents can not pay for it, and said that Kirill usually has to finish eating for other children, so as not to be hungry because he does not have money to buy a full portion.



My daughter's words moved me a lot. So I decided to meet with Kirill's parents and find out why they can't provide their son with lunch. It turned out that Kiryush has no parents and he lives with his grandmother, and that pension had enough food for bread and payment of communal housing.

After that, I consulted with the class leader of the children and proposed to organize a fundraiser to pay for the boy’s meals at least for this school year.



It turned out that almost none of the parents knew about the situation of Kirill. Just two moms and a teacher. Basically, all parents supported the idea of raising money when the issue was put up for discussion at the next parent meeting. There were those who preferred to stay away, but they were much smaller.

Now the boy is having lunch with all the guys and my Lisonka is just glowing with happiness from such changes.



Can you tell me how you felt about this story? What would you do if you were a storyteller?