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

left. So he’d remember me.”

I turned the tin over. My name, our street address, and my phone number were etched into the bottom. That was the link.

Della popped the lid open. “Syd! It’s full!”

The tin, which had held only coins, was now stuffed with crisp bills and gold coins. I opened Tobias’s note, my hands shaking. Della came to my window every day.continue reading …