My Little Sister Gave Away Her Lunch Money to Buy a Lonely Boy at the Hospital a Birthday Cake – The Next Morning, We Found a Black Balloon Attached to a Red Box on Our Lawn
“Because I thought paying the bills and answering doctor calls meant I was still his mother.”
“It meant you were handling paperwork.”
“Yes.” Anna swallowed hard as tears filled her eyes. “The doctors can’t cure him. When he asks if he’s getting better, I don’t know how to stay in the room.”