I became my little sister’s parent before I was old enough to become an adult myself. I believed that keeping food on the table and a roof over our heads was enough. Then she spent every dollar of her lunch money buying a birthday cake for a lonely boy in the hospital. The next morning, a black balloon and a red box appeared in our yard, and everything I thought I understood about love changed. ParentingSkills Training
The morning after my little sister used every coin she owned to buy a birthday cake for a boy staying in the hospital, I opened our front door and discovered our front lawn filled with balloons.
Dozens of them had been tied to bricks and placed throughout the damp grass.
Right in the middle stood one huge black balloon. Beneath it rested a red box.
Della, my little sister, clutched the back of my shirt. “Syd, who is that from?”
