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

Kevin frowned, shaking his head.

“But, Mom, she needs help. I don’t think she’s really mad… I think she’s just sad. Halloween is supposed to be fun. She shouldn’t have to spend it feeling bad.”

Sarah’s lips curved into a soft smile, but her eyes showed concern.

“You have a good heart, Kevin. Just be careful, okay? Sometimes people aren’t ready for help, even when they need it.”

Her words lingered in Kevin’s mind as he headed upstairs to his room. But he couldn’t shake the thought that Mrs. Kimbly didn’t hate Halloween—she was just lonely.

With newfound determination, Kevin gathered all the Halloween decorations he could find—colorful lights, plastic spiders, some of his toys, and even his favorite pumpkin, the one he had spent hours carving.

Kevin loaded everything into a small wagon and hurried back to Mrs. Kimbly’s house.

The wind rustled the trees as he worked, carefully hanging lights and arranging pumpkins along her porch.

The house started to transform, just like the others on the street. But as Kevin was placing the final touches, the front door creaked open.

Mrs. Kimbly stormed out, her face twisted in anger.

“I told you not to decorate my house!” Mrs. Kimbly’s voice echoed across the porch, sharp and angry, making Kevin jump.

His heart pounded in his chest as he stood frozen in place, staring at her.

“What have you done?!” she continued, her eyes wild with anger.

Kevin swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “I just wanted to help,” he said, trying to explain. “It’s Halloween…”