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

His eyes were fixed on the red box. “Anna, what is this? We’re hiring strangers now?”

“He needs this,” Anna insisted.

“You don’t know what our life costs,” Will snapped at me.

“No,” I replied, my voice steady. “But I know what your absence is costing him.”

Will’s jaw worked, his face a mask of defensive anger. “You don’t understand what it’s like to watch continue reading …