Inside the paper airplane was a note in Ben’s handwriting:
“Grandma, I miss you every day. I don’t know why Mommy won’t let me see you. I saved my allowance so I could buy stamps. Please write me back. My address is on the back. I love you forever.”

Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the note to my heart. My little Ben hadn’t forgotten me—he wanted me in his life. His innocent gesture shattered the wall of silence his parents had built. That evening, I wrote him a heartfelt letter, tucked in a pressed flower from my garden, and mailed it first thing the next morning.

Weeks later, an envelope arrived—his handwriting again. We’ve been exchanging letters secretly ever since. His words bring me life. And I hold onto hope that one day, this sweet boy will walk back into my arms for good.

Lesson:
Even when the world turns cold, love finds a way. Children have a pure heart—they remember kindness, they remember love. Don’t give up hope, even in the darkest moments. The smallest act of love—a paper airplane—can carry the heaviest message: you are not forgotten.