Since my husband passed, raising our 13-year-old son alone has been tough. I work two jobs just to get by, always worried if I’m doing enough. But nothing prepared me for what I discovered last week. While cleaning his room, I found over $3,500 in his old piggy bank. Suspicious, I called the mother of a classmate whose “birthday party” he said he was attending—there was no party. So I followed him the next day and watched him enter a run-down laundromat and hand an envelope to a man. I feared the worst—until I saw the envelope: “PAWS & CLAWS RESCUE FUND.”
Behind the laundromat was a hidden animal shelter. My son had been secretly volunteering for months. The money? Earned by fixing and selling used headphones online—he donated all of it to help the shelter.
