“Okay,” I said.
My voice felt steadier than I expected.
“Then call them. Book the earliest date.”
My husband stared at me.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
The boy’s fingers tightened around mine.
Standing there beside his bed, surrounded by drawings and a box of tiny paper stars, something inside me finally shifted.
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Kindness isn’t about DNA.
It isn’t about how long someone has been in your life.
It’s about showing up when it really counts.
And it took a nine-year-old boy—folding paper stars through pain and hope—to teach me that.
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