That evening, I showed it to my son.
He read it quietly, then looked up at me and said, “Mom… maybe he just needs a friend. Everyone needs one.”
One Message, One Invitation, One Bouquet
A week passed. I kept the note tucked in the kitchen drawer, unsure of what to do. Then one morning, while sipping coffee at the window, I sent him a short message.
Not asking for more repairs.
Just an invitation: “Would you like to come for coffee with my family this weekend?”
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