Months later, Anna began volunteering at a children’s hospital, reading stories to kids battling illness. She called me after her first shift.
“One of the little boys called me Auntie Anna,” she said, laughing through tears. “It felt like Jacob was smiling.”
She found purpose again — and, to my joy, love too. A kind man she met at the hospital saw the light in her that she thought had died.
“It was my grandmother’s,” she said. “She told me to give it to the woman who saves me. That’s you.”
Years later, I stood beside her as her maid of honor. When she handed me her newborn baby girl, I saw hope reborn.
“She’s named Olivia Claire,” Anna whispered. “After the sister I never had.”
The $5 Miracle
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