A lonely school bus driver remembered every child’s birthday—one afternoon, the entire town came together to surprise him.

had for me, it mattered. I carried it.”

Mr. Walter was crying so hard he could barely breathe.

He looked at the rabbit again, then up at her face, like he was trying to match years of grief to a person standing alive in front of him.

Finally, he said, “June picked this out.”

Hannah smiled through tears. “I know.”

“You know?”

She nodded. “The agency kept continue reading …