Modern problems.
Modern solutions.
The old fundraiser story resurfaced
when someone from high school posted:
The girl whose friend made her a wig is fighting cancer again.
Lily saw it.
Immediately posted:
Please do not create fundraisers or share medical information on my behalf. I have support and will ask publicly if that changes.
Ethan reposted only that.
No extra details.
Good.
One evening during treatment, Lily asked Ethan to bring the old wig.
He did.
She placed it on her head.
It looked ridiculous now.
Style dated.
Color slightly different from his adult hair.
She laughed until she
coughed.
Ethan laughed too.
Then cried.
Lily looked at him through the mirror.
“Still trying to save me?”
He shook his head.
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Okay.”
He smiled through tears.
“I always want to.”
“Different.”
“Yes.”
She took off the wig.
Then handed it to him.
“I want you to keep it now.”
