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

But Kevin wasn’t interested in trick-or-treating anymore. All he could think about was Mrs. Kimbly sitting alone in her dark house, with no decorations and no candy to give out.

When he arrived, he sat down on her front porch steps, clutching the half-full bag of candy he had collected so far.

The pumpkins he had set out earlier were still glowing faintly in the twilight, but the festive scene didn’t feel right without her participating.

Whenever a group of kids wandered up the path, excitedly hoping for candy, Kevin stood up and handed them pieces from his own bag.

“Mrs. Kimbly’s not home,” he explained, trying to sound cheerful, though his candy stash was quickly disappearing.

Some kids looked confused, others just shrugged and happily took the candy. Kevin didn’t mind. He knew it was better than having them mess with the house.

After a while, as Kevin sat alone on the porch, watching the neighborhood buzz with Halloween fun, the door behind him creaked open.

Startled, he turned to see Mrs. Kimbly standing there, her face no longer twisted in anger. She looked down at him, her expression softer, her shoulders less tense.

“What are you doing here, Kevin?” she asked, her voice quieter than before.

Kevin shifted nervously. “I didn’t want anyone to mess with your house,” he said simply, looking up at her.

“I know you don’t like Halloween, but I thought maybe I could help.”

Mrs. Kimbly hesitated, then sighed deeply and sat down beside him on the steps.

She was quiet for a moment, staring out at the street, watching the kids run from house to house.