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”
Not as her second mother.
Not pretending.
I was there because she wanted me there.
Before the ceremony, she came into the room where I was waiting.
“Can you help?”
Her necklace clasp was stuck.
I fixed it.
She looked at me in the mirror.