A poor little girl named Madison was excited for Halloween, but her happiness quickly faded when the neighborhood kids, led by a girl named Anna, mocked her costume. Madison’s witch costume wasn’t fancy or new—it was a second-hand outfit her dad had managed to buy, and she loved it.

But the other kids, especially Anna, didn’t feel the same way.

“No! You can’t come with us! Look at your costume! It’s so ugly!” Anna sneered, turning up her nose. Madison’s face fell as she looked down, holding back tears.

She had thought the costume was perfect, but now she felt embarrassed and alone. The other kids joined in, laughing and pointing, while Anna twirled in her own expensive, custom-made witch costume. “I’m the real witch around here! My parents got this made just for me!” Anna said, smirking as the other kids agreed.

Madison remembered how happy her dad had been when he brought home the costume. They didn’t have much money since her mom was sick and in the hospital, but her dad wanted her to feel special on Halloween.

“We can’t afford a brand-new costume, but I found you something nice,” he’d said, watching with a hopeful smile as she’d twirled around in the witch dress. Madison’s excitement was pure; she was thrilled with her costume, and her dad’s gesture meant the world to her.

But now, standing alone in the street while Anna and the other kids laughed, that joy faded. She thought about going back home to tell her dad, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Instead, she decided to go trick-or-treating alone, knowing that most of the neighbors were familiar with her and would be happy to see her. She squared her shoulders, determined to enjoy Halloween anyway.

The first house she went to was Mrs. Vaughan’s. Madison waited for Anna and her friends to finish, then approached the door. When Mrs. Vaughan opened it, her face lit up. “Oh, Madison, you look wonderful! You’re the prettiest little witch I’ve seen tonight!” she exclaimed, dropping a large handful of candy into Madison’s bag.

Madison’s spirits lifted as she thanked Mrs. Vaughan and moved on to the next house. At each stop, the neighbors gave her extra candy, complimenting her costume and asking how her mom was doing. The kindness filled her with warmth, and soon, she felt like she was having a better Halloween than she had expected.

Meanwhile, Anna and the other kids noticed Madison’s growing stash of candy. By the time Madison reached Mr. Ferguson’s house, Anna had had enough. She stomped up to the porch, demanding to know why Madison was getting more candy than everyone else. “That’s not fair! Why are you giving her more? We deserve it too!” Anna’s voice whined, but Mr. Ferguson didn’t look pleased.

“Why?” Mr. Ferguson replied, raising an eyebrow. “Because Madison is the nicest kid on this block. She helps me carry groceries, says good morning, and never demands anything.

I don’t see that kind of kindness very often, especially not in kids. And on top of that, her family has been going through a lot. Her mom is in the hospital, and her dad is working hard to support her. A little kindness goes a long way, Anna. You might want to remember that.”

With a final nod at Madison, he closed the door, leaving Anna and the other kids standing on the porch, stunned.

After a moment, Anna turned to Madison, her expression softened, and there was something different in her eyes. “Is your mom really sick?” she asked quietly. Madison nodded, and for the first time, the other kids didn’t look at her with judgment or scorn. They looked concerned.

“Is she going to be ok?” one of the other kids asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Madison shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Anna hesitated, then took a deep breath. “Do you want to come with us?” she offered, her voice softer than it had been all night. Madison looked at their faces, wondering if they were just trying to get more candy, but they seemed sincere.

“Sure,” Madison agreed, and together, they continued trick-or-treating as a group. The kids, led by Anna, showed a newfound respect for Madison, their earlier judgment replaced with empathy. Madison learned later that Anna’s grandmother had recently passed away, and hearing about Madison’s mom made Anna realize just how hard life could be for other people.

From that night on, Madison’s relationship with the neighborhood kids changed. They began inviting her to play, walking with her to school, and including her in their group. The Halloween incident taught them all a valuable lesson about kindness and understanding, and Anna’s group soon became Madison’s friends, inspired by her strength and kindness.

Madison’s life also began to improve. Her mom’s health gradually got better, and after some time, she was able to return home. Her dad found a better job, and their family started to regain stability. Despite these changes, Madison insisted on wearing her second-hand witch costume for every Halloween that followed until it no longer fit her. She saw it as a symbol of strength, love, and the kindness she’d received from her neighbors.

As she grew older, Madison kept the costume tucked away, planning to one day pass it down to her own children as a reminder of that Halloween—a night that began with mockery and ended with friendship and love. To her, it was the best costume she’d ever had, and she knew she would treasure it forever.