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

balloon. Beneath it rested a red box.

Della, my little sister, clutched the back of my shirt. “Syd, who is that from?”

I couldn’t answer. My stomach had already sunk.

A note had been taped to the lid.

“You came to my window every day. Nobody else did. And nobody knew anything about me. Please open it.”

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I had been raising Della alone since I was nineteen.continue reading …