Then one evening, disaster struck again. Elise began crying uncontrollably, her skin burning with fever. We rushed her back to Harborview, hearts pounding. The doctors admitted her immediately. Hours later, a pediatric cardiologist told us she had a congenital heart defect that required surgery.
The cost was overwhelming. Every dollar I had saved for Liam’s college would vanish, but I didn’t hesitate. “Do it,” I said.
The surgery took seven hours. Liam sat beside me in the waiting area, his face pale, his hands clasped tightly. When the surgeon finally appeared, he smiled. “She made it. The repair was successful.”
Liam exhaled for the first time in hours, tears sliding silently down his cheeks. “Thank you,” he whispered.
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