There, right in the middle of the chaos at the airports and people rushing to catch their flight before the holiday and get home in time for the celebration, an elderly lady’s suitcase caught the eye of the security officer.
The woman looked plain. She wore a knitted cardigan and sturdy shoes, and she carried her suitcase as it was the most important thing in the world.
However, when the suitcase went through the X-ray, the security officer changed his expression. Something about what was inside felt awkward. There were no electronics inside, but clusters of strange bundles.
Another officer approached, and then another. All of a sudden, the chaos seemed to calm down and people were looking at the elderly woman as though they were waiting for some sort of drama to unfold in front of their eyes.
The security officer unzipped the suitcase and looked at the old woman awkwardly. Inside, there were a bunch of mismatched socks. What’s most, none of them were ordinary, but fun and colorful.
While the crowd started laughing, the officer was still puzzled at the sight of the socks.
“Ma’am… can you explain this?” he asked. The elderly lady said, “Oh, of course. This probably looks strange” and went on to explain everything about her family’s winter tradition, a game her grandchildren loved called the “Sock Hunt.”
She have been collecting odd socks from friends, neighbors, and donation bins for a whole year, and placed a tiny surprise into each sock. A coin, a riddle, a marble, a piece of candy, a small toy, everything that would make a child happy. Each holiday, her grandchildren raced around the house searching for them, hoping to find the Golden Sock with the biggest prize.
“It’s their favorite part of winter,” she said proudly. “A little magic for them.”
The officers began opening a few socks and found tiny puzzles, stickers, chocolate coins, and handwritten notes. One note said, “Smile at someone today. You never know whose day you’ll brighten.” Even the officer reading it paused, touched.
“You must love your grandchildren very much,” he said.
“They’re my world,” she replied softly. “It’s been a hard year. I just wanted to bring them some joy.”
The people at the terminal gave the old lady applause. She thanked them and headed toward the gate.
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