I Adopted My Late Best Friends 4 Children – Years Later, a Stranger Showed Up and Said, Your Friend Was Not Who She Said She Was

Then came the diagnosis. Cancer. Aggressive. Unforgiving.

“I don’t have time for this,” she said when she told me. “I just survived one nightmare.”

I started going to her house every morning—making breakfasts, packing lunches, driving kids, sitting beside her during chemo sessions. She tried to joke, tried to stay strong, but there were moments—quiet ones—when she looked at me like she wanted to confess something and couldn’t find the words.

Once she said, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“You’re mine too,” I replied.

She looked away. “I’m not sure I’ve been a very good one.”

I thought she meant the burden she was placing on me. I didn’t understand then.

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