That evening, I asked Sarah to stay with me. I didn’t want to miss anything, and I needed someone to reassure me that I wasn’t imagining things. Around midnight, I woke and saw the familiar girl sitting beside the bed. She smiled gently, just as she had every other night.
I reached out, but before I could speak, she whispered, “You helped my mother when nobody else did. I wanted you to know that kindness never disappears.” My eyes filled with tears. Then she stood, looked toward Sarah, and slowly walked toward the doorway. Sarah suddenly gasped. She had recognized the smile.
