Lucia’s eyes widened, her hospital bed suddenly brighter with the promise of care and support. Isabella’s voice trembled. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Weeks later, Lucia was recovering steadily, with her cheeks regaining color and the swelling in her abdomen finally subsiding. Dr. Lin monitored her progress, satisfied with her improvement. Small gifts, drawings, and letters from classmates filled the hospital windowsill, each one a symbol of love and solidarity.
“Better today?” Dr. Lin asked gently during morning rounds.
Lucia hugged her stuffed rabbit tightly. “Yes… but I’m tired of staying in bed all day. Can I go home soon?”
Her mother smiled, taking her hand. “We have a place to stay for now, honey. Ms. Ruiz arranged a temporary apartment above her garage until we find something permanent. It’s small, but safe.”
Lucia’s brow furrowed. “Will my bed and all my books fit?”
“We’ll make it work,” Diego promised. “And there’s a little garden where you can help plant flowers.”