Boy Decorated A Home And Saves The Holiday For A Lonely Old Woman

Not even a tiny decoration. Kevin frowned as he realized whose house it was—Mrs. Kimbly’s.

He stopped in his tracks, staring at the bare front porch. He remembered Mrs. Kimbly well. She was an older lady who lived alone and kept to herself most of the time.

Kevin had helped her before, mowing her lawn in the summer and shoveling snow in the winter. She never said much, just paid him before shuffling back inside.

But today, her house seemed out of place, as if it didn’t belong to the same cheerful neighborhood.

Why hadn’t Mrs. Kimbly decorated for Halloween? Everyone else had. Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Halloween was a time for fun, after all, and it didn’t seem fair for anyone to miss out—especially someone who lived all alone like Mrs. Kimbly.

Kevin’s heart squeezed a little. Maybe she just needed help, he thought. Maybe she couldn’t decorate on her own.

Determined, Kevin turned and dashed across the street toward her house. The leaves crunched under his sneakers as he climbed the steps to her front door.

He hesitated for a moment, then knocked. The sound echoed in the quiet, and Kevin shifted nervously. After what felt like forever, the door creaked open.

There stood Mrs. Kimbly, her face set in a deep frown, her eyes narrowed behind thick glasses.

She looked as if she had been interrupted from something important.

“What do you want, Kevin?” she asked sharply, her voice low and gruff.

Kevin swallowed hard.

“Hi, Mrs. Kimbly. I just noticed… well, your house doesn’t have any Halloween decorations, and I thought maybe you forgot. I could help you put some up, if you’d like.”