“Yes,” I replied. “That’s me.”
“I’m Sofia’s mom. Clara. I can’t believe I found you. We’ve been trying. Sofia is… she’s in remission. You gave us hope when we had none. We wanted to thank you before we leave the city.”
I sat frozen. Smiling. Crying.
We met at a café. Clara was radiant. Sofia was glowing with life. When she saw me, she ran into my arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for helping my mamá.”
Over coffee and tears, Clara told me everything. How that one small act of kindness became their turning point. How it led them to a clinic. To treatment. To hope.
Then she showed me something unexpected: an online support group she’d started for parents of children with rare diseases.
“I started it with the twenty you gave back to us,” she said, voice trembling. “That twenty changed lives. It helped hundreds of families.”
Before they left, Sofia handed me a drawing. A supermarket. A bright sun. A little figure with a halo.Continue reading…
