My Little Sister Gave Away Her Lunch Money to Buy a Lonely Boy at the Hospital a Birthday Cake – The Next Morning, We Found a Black Balloon Attached to a Red Box on Our Lawn

“The one in the third-floor window. He watches us walk by.”

“You talked to him?”

“No. At first, I just waved.”

“At first?”

“Today, he was outside,” she said. “In the garden. In a wheelchair with a green blanket. Nurse Gloria was with him, so Mrs. Keene said I could say hi.”

I finally breathed again.

“What did you say?”

“I asked if he was the window boy.”

“And?”

“He asked if I was the waving girl.”