She had grown into a woman with strength I didn’t have at her age. A heart big enough to hold compassion for the mother who had abandoned her.
The transplant happened two weeks later.
She didn’t ask for anything in return. No apology. No recognition. No place in our family.
She just showed up. Again and again. Sitting by Lily’s bedside. Reading her stories. Holding her tiny hand.
Lily adores her.
