The Unexpected Visit
About a week later, our doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a man stood there with a stroller and a sweet little girl inside.
He looked down at a paper, then up at me. “Hi. I’m Mark. Are you Sara’s mother?” I nodded slowly. “She’s not here right now. Can I help you?”
I welcomed them in. Mark seemed very nervous, sitting on the edge of the couch and rubbing his hands. When he looked at me, his eyes showed a mix of shame and guilt. “Julia’s not doing so great,” he confessed.
I waited patiently. He went on to explain the painful truth: “She and my brother, they’re going through a divorce. He left. Just packed and left. She’s been spiraling. Not eating, not sleeping. She’s angry all the time. That day, when Megan said what she said, it scared her. Made her feel exposed.”
The Heartfelt Reunion
Just then, Sara came home. Her keys jingled, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She froze when she saw Mark and, most importantly, Megan.
Megan squealed with pure joy: “Sawa!”
Sara’s eyes instantly filled with tears. She dropped her bag and walked slowly toward the little girl. Megan opened her arms, and they shared a long, emotional, and tight hug.
Mark stood up, facing Sara. “I’m sorry, Sara. Julia acted on emotion. She’s been a mess. She felt like maybe… someone had been talking about her pain in front of Megan. But I believe you.”
Sara simply nodded, still holding the child. Mark continued to speak about Sara’s positive impact. “I don’t know what you did, but Megan’s been happier around you than with anyone else. She’s calmer. She doesn’t throw tantrums when you’re around. Julia noticed that too.”
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