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

in his expression was a physical transformation. The loneliness in his eyes seemed to evaporate.

“You came inside,” he said, his voice a rasp.

Della held out the grocery bag. “I brought birthday stuff.”

He laughed, a small, genuine sound. Della handed him the dinosaur first. “It’s a dinosaur. One eye is funny, so he might need glasses.”

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