It was also what lasted.
The morning David Monroe looked at me in the principal’s office and said:
You have no idea what your son has done, do you?
He was right.
I didn’t.
Not then.
Because what Ethan had really begun doing was much larger than donating hair.
He was beginning the long work of learning how to love someone he could not save.
And years later, that was the part I was proudest of.
-END OF Chapter 5–
