“Ew! You stink like a garbage bag!” Martha told Nikki. Her friends chimed in, pinching their noses as well.
“Do you bathe or even brush your teeth?” one asked, laughing.
“Come on, go home! Get out of the bus and return to your filthy home,” Martha added, tugging at her arm.
Nikki was in pain, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she quietly sobbed as the girls picked on her and tried to kick her off the school bus.
This situation was observed by the bus driver, Mrs. Evans. A couple of days later, there was a meeting at school for teachers, children, and their parents. Nikki and her mother did not show up. Suddenly, Mrs. Evans walked into the classroom and turned on the TV in the middle of the meeting.
The children stared at the screen and saw Nikki and her mom talking to a TV host.
The studio lights glowed warmly on the screen as Nikki and her mother sat across from the host, their hands clasped together. Nikki looked nervous but determined, while her mother, a tired-looking woman with kind eyes, squeezed her daughter’s fingers for reassurance.
“This is Nikki and her mother, Carla,” the host began. “They are here today to share their story, a story of resilience and love. Carla, can you tell us a little bit about your situation?”
Carla took a shaky breath. “I never thought I’d end up homeless,” she said softly. “A year ago, I had a stable job and a home for my daughter. But then my company shut down, and I lost my job. I worked whatever shifts I could find, but the bills kept piling up. We lost our apartment, and we’ve been living in a shelter ever since.”
The room at school fell silent. Martha shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable.
“People assume that being homeless means you’re lazy, that you’ve given up,” Carla continued, her voice cracking. “But I never stopped fighting for Nikki. I work nights cleaning offices, and in the mornings, I take her to school. Some days, we don’t have enough money for a hot meal, but I make sure she has books to read and a place to sleep.”
The host turned to Nikki. “And you, Nikki? What keeps you going despite everything?”
Nikki hesitated, then spoke, her voice soft but clear. “My mom. She does everything she can for me, so I want to do my best, too. I study hard because I know education is the only way we can have a better life.” She blinked back tears. “Sometimes, it’s hard. Kids at school don’t understand. They make fun of my clothes, my hair… but my mom tells me that how you treat others matters more than what you wear.”
Martha swallowed hard. The words echoed in her head, twisting in her stomach.
The host smiled gently. “And that’s why you’re here today. Because despite everything, despite the teasing, despite the struggle, you’ve achieved something incredible.” She gestured toward a screen behind them, which flickered to a video of Nikki standing on a stage, nervously gripping a microphone.
The caption read: ‘Local Student Wins Statewide Essay Contest’
The video played, showing Nikki delivering a heartfelt speech about kindness, about understanding the struggles of those around us, about how small acts of cruelty can break a person, but small acts of kindness can save them.
A gasp went through the classroom as the camera zoomed in on the award Nikki was receiving—a scholarship to one of the best schools in the state.
“She won?” someone whispered.
“She’s amazing…” another murmured.
Martha’s face burned with shame. Just days ago, she had mocked this girl, treated her like dirt. And here Nikki was, on TV, standing tall and proud, not because of money or fancy clothes, but because of her heart and her mind.
Back in the studio, the host turned back to the audience. “We have a surprise for Nikki and her mom,” she announced. “A generous donor, moved by Nikki’s story, has stepped forward to provide a year of housing for them, so they can finally have a stable home again.”
Carla gasped, covering her mouth, and Nikki’s eyes filled with tears. “A home?” she whispered.
“Yes,” the host said warmly. “You and your mother won’t have to worry about a safe place to sleep anymore.”
Nikki turned to her mom, throwing her arms around her as Carla sobbed with relief. The audience erupted in applause.
The TV screen flickered off.
For a moment, the classroom was silent. Then Mrs. Evans spoke, her voice firm but kind.
“I hope today has been a lesson for all of us,” she said, looking at each of the students. “You never truly know what someone is going through. You never know the battles they’re fighting just to make it through the day. Nikki has endured things most of us can’t even imagine, and yet, she never let it turn her cruel. Instead, she worked hard and chose kindness.”
Martha lowered her head. The guilt was unbearable.
The next morning, Nikki returned to school. She walked onto the bus, her posture a little straighter, her eyes a little brighter.
Martha hesitated, then stood up from her seat and walked toward her. The other kids watched in silence.
“I—” Martha’s throat was dry. She looked down at her hands, ashamed, then back at Nikki. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”
Nikki looked at her for a long moment. The memory of the taunts, the laughter, the pain—it was all still there. But so was the lesson her mother had always taught her.
She gave Martha a small nod. “Okay.”
Martha swallowed. It wasn’t a full forgiveness, but it was a start.
That day, something changed. The kids on the bus started talking to Nikki, asking about her essay, her scholarship. They no longer looked at her with judgment, but with admiration.
Nikki had won more than just a scholarship. She had earned their respect.
And Martha? She learned that kindness, no matter how late, was always the right choice.
The world is full of silent battles we don’t see. Instead of judging, choose kindness. You never know how much someone needs it.
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