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“Yes,” I said. “We can help them first.”
Elena was crying now.
“It’s not about deserve,” I said quietly. “It’s about trust.
When everyone else stared at me like garbage today, your boy ran to me. He remembered kindness. He wasn’t afraid to show it.
That’s the kind of heart I want in charge of my legacy.”
She pressed her hands to her face.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.
“Say yes,” I said. “The paperwork will be annoying, but I’ve survived worse.”
She laughed through her tears.
Tommy crawled onto the couch beside me.
“Yes?”
I put my arm around his small shoulders.
“That,” I said, “will be our first rule.”
In the weeks that followed, we did it.
Lawyers. Papers.
Signatures that made my hand ache.
We set up an organization in their names.
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