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
kids, the Keenes. My chest tightened until it felt like a corset of iron. “What hospital boy?”
“The one in the third-floor window. He watches us walk by every day. At first, I just waved. But today, he was outside in the garden. He was in a wheelchair with a green blanket. Nurse Gloria was with him, so Mrs. Keene said I could say hi.”
