Halloween was Kevin’s favorite day, a magical time when anyone could be whoever they wanted. As he wandered his decorated neighborhood, one house stood out—Mrs. Kimbly’s. It was dark, with no decorations at all. Kevin had helped her with yard work before, but she rarely spoke. Now, he worried something was wrong. Determined to help, Kevin knocked on her door and offered to decorate. “I don’t need your help. Now, go away,” she snapped.

The next day, Kevin returned with decorations, hoping to brighten her house. But just as he finished, Mrs. Kimbly stormed out and smashed the pumpkin he had spent hours carving. Heartbroken, Kevin left without saying a word. Later, dressed in his costume, Kevin couldn’t enjoy Halloween. Worried her house would be targeted by pranksters, he returned and sat on her porch, handing out candy to trick-or-treaters.

To his surprise, Mrs. Kimbly eventually opened the door. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly. Kevin explained he didn’t want anyone to mess with her house. She sighed and sat beside him, apologizing. “Halloween is hard for me. I don’t have any family, and seeing everyone else celebrate makes me feel alone.”

“You don’t have to be alone,” Kevin said. “You can celebrate with us.”

Mrs. Kimbly smiled sadly, touched by his kindness. For the first time in years, she felt the warmth of Halloween again—all thanks to Kevin, who refused to give up.