We went to a hospital in Denver, Colorado, and met Ethan, who was smaller and weaker than I expected but polite and kind. Within minutes, Isla and Ethan were talking about comic books like normal children, and when he coughed painfully, every adult looked away.
On the drive home, Isla said, “He is just a kid, and that makes it worse.”
The test results confirmed she was a match.
I told her again she owed no one anything, and she said, “I do not want to do it for him, I want to do it for me.”
She explained, “If I do not help, I will think about it forever, and I do not want to become like them.”
The transplant process was long and exhausting, but I stayed beside her through every step, ensuring no one pressured her into anything. Lorraine tried to approach Isla and said, “You belong to this family,” but Isla replied calmly, “I belong to my mom.”
The procedure went well, and Isla handled it with quiet strength, joking about hospital food and demanding extra treats afterward.
Ethan slowly improved, and during that time Adrian approached me and said, “I do not know how to thank you.”
I told him, “You do not,” and when he tried to explain his past, I said, “You were not young, you were selfish.”