My Little Sister Spent Her Lunch Money on a Birthday Cake for a Lonely Hospital Boy—But the Next Morning, a Black Balloon and Red Box Appeared on Our Lawn

sad.”

She opened her backpack, revealing a dented grocery-store cake and a dollar-store plastic dinosaur with a crooked, lopsided eye. “I spent eleven dollars and forty cents. Every coin I had.”

I pulled her into my arms, feeling the sharp edges of the coins against her chest. “You can’t skip lunch to be kind, monkey. Next time, tell me. We’ll figure continue reading …