At the end of the school year, the seventh-grade students had planned a small party to thank their teacher. Flowers, colorful packages, and greeting cards filled the room.

Among them was a quiet boy most classmates ignored every day. He approached her shyly. Though intelligent, his grades had recently dropped sharply after his mother fell seriously ill last year and passed away shortly after.

With a shy smile, he held out a small, clumsily wrapped box. A few classmates snickered: “Another gift straight from poverty…”

The teacher was about to set the box aside without opening it, but the boy’s half-worried, half-hopeful expression made her change her mind.

She tore off the wrapping and opened the box. Silence followed. Inside was an old bracelet adorned with gemstones and a tiny, nearly empty bottle of perfume.

“It belonged to my mom,” the boy murmured. “I thought maybe you’d like to have it…”

Some students chuckled softly.

But the teacher put the bracelet on her wrist and sprayed a bit of perfume on her dress.

“You smell just like mommy,” the boy said, his eyes filled with tears.

“A delicate scent, isn’t it, children?” the teacher replied.

From that day on, everything changed. The teacher began supporting the boy more, helping him after class, and his grades slowly improved. Most importantly, he learned to believe in himself.