THE KINDNESS WE GAVE TOO LATE

Daniel was the friend who showed up when everyone else disappeared. When Samuel lost his father, Daniel stayed beside him. When Michael had nothing to eat, Daniel shared his last meal. He gave his friends money, encouragement, and love, even when he had little himself. But when Daniel needed them, everyone suddenly became busy. One day, he sent a message to their group chat. Guys, I'm struggling. Things are getting difficult, and I don't know how much longer I can pretend to be okay. Samuel read it but continued watching football. Michael saw it too but assumed Daniel would be fine. Days later, Daniel called Samuel. Bro, please, I need some money for food and medication. Anything you can spare will help. Samuel sighed. I'm facing my own problems. I'll call you later. He never did. Daniel also messaged Michael, asking for transport money to search for work. Michael had enough to help but wanted to buy new shoes. I can't keep spending my money on everybody, he muttered before ignoring the message. Daniel stopped calling. His laughter disappeared, but nobody noticed. One Friday, he sent a final message. Thank you for the memories, guys. I pray life treats you kindly. Take care of yourselves. Nobody called. The following morning, Daniel died after his illness worsened. His neighbour found him unresponsive, but help came too late. When Samuel heard the news, he opened their conversations and read Daniel's messages again. His hands trembled. Why didn't I call him? he cried. I promised I'd call! At the funeral, Michael stood beside Daniel's coffin, wearing the shoes he had chosen over helping his friend. Daniel, please forgive me. I had the money. You asked for so little, and I refused. Samuel knelt beside the coffin. You helped me when I had nothing. You never abandoned me. Why couldn't I do the same for you? But Daniel couldn't hear them. Weeks later, Samuel discovered an old voice note. Sometimes, I wish someone would check on me without waiting for me to ask, Daniel had whispered. Samuel broke down. He could help others now, but he could never help Daniel again. He could apologise a thousand times, but the person who deserved his apology was gone. Standing beside Daniel's grave, Samuel whispered, I kept thinking there would always be tomorrow. There was no answer. Sometimes, our greatest regret isn't what we did to people, but what we could have done and chose not to do. A phone call. A meal. A little support. An hour of listening. Samuel had postponed kindness until there was nobody left to receive it. Don't wait until someone's funeral to show them they matter. Tomorrow is never promised, and some apologies arrive too late.

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