Tiffany explained that she had found it and kept it safe, afraid it might be misplaced in the confusion. Holding it now, I felt overwhelmed by gratitude, by emotion, and by the realization of how deeply our lives had intersected without my knowing.
I cried openly then. I hugged her, held her close, and thanked her for a kindness she had shown while carrying her own grief.
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A Bond That Endured
In the months that followed, Tiffany and I stayed in touch. Over time, I became something like a second mother to her. We talked, shared meals, and supported one another in quiet, ordinary ways. She grew, found her footing, and learned how to carry both loss and hope together.
Years have passed now. She visits when she can. We still talk often.
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