that kindness matters more than anything else,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You saved my life twenty years ago by seeing me when I was invisible. I spent twenty years becoming the man you believed I could be. Now, it’s my turn to see you.”
She collapsed into a chair, the weight of her struggle finally giving way to a different kind of tears.
I explained that I had arranged for a specialized care facility to assist with her brother, a reliable vehicle waiting in the driveway, and
