“We started a nonprofit,” Leah said softly. “It’s called The Price Foundation. It provides housing, education, and mental health care for homeless youth across Washington.” She placed a hand over Eleanor’s. “We named it after you.”
Eleanor’s breath caught. “After… me?”
“You were our beginning,” Claire said. “We want your kindness to be everyone’s beginning.”
News of Eleanor’s story spread quietly through the community—then across the state. Donations poured into the foundation. Volunteers lined up to serve. Every Friday, the three women came to Eleanor’s house to cook, laugh, and talk late into the night.
When Eleanor passed away peacefully years later, all three women were there, holding her hands.
The Price Foundation still stands today—serving thousands of children every year.
At its entrance hangs a photo: Eleanor on her porch, surrounded by three grown women in uniform.
The caption reads:
“One woman fed three hungry girls. Those girls fed the world.”
