Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”
“But eventually?”
“I think I would have wanted to know you.”
She smiled slightly.
“Why?”
“Because you were his sister.”
Then I corrected myself.
“And because you’re you.”
That was the moment I knew we had become something real.
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