I usually just smiled and changed the subject.
Eighteen years passed.
And then one afternoon, my assistant
knocked on my office door.
“There’s a student here who wants to meet you,” she said. “She says it’s important.”
When the girl stepped inside, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.
She looked about eighteen.
Dark hair. Nervous eyes.
She held a folder tightly against her chest.
“Ms. Harper?” she asked.
“That’s me.”
“My name is Lily Carter.”
The last name made
my heart skip.
She sat down carefully and slid the folder across my desk.
“I’m applying for a medical scholarship,” she said. “My mom told me to ask you to be my reference.”
I frowned slightly.
“Your mother knows me?”
Lily nodded.
Her voice softened.
“She told me you were the most selfless person she’d ever known.”
Something twisted
in my chest.
“What’s your mother’s name?” I asked quietly.
“Claire.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Lily continued gently.
“She passed away three months ago. Cancer.”
My hands trembled slightly on the desk.
“I’m… sorry to hear that.”
“She told me about you before she died,” Lily said. “About the kidney transplant. About how you saved her life.”
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