“I don’t know how to live in a place that can’t just… disappear on me,” he admitted.
I walked over, put my hand on his shoulder, and felt the weight of everything behind us and everything in front of us.
“We’ll learn,” I said. “We’ve learned harder things.”
Growing up, nobody chose us. No one looked at the scared girl or the boy in the wheelchair and said, “That one. I want that one.”
But some man we barely remembered saw who Noah was and decided that kindness was worth rewarding.
Finally.
