“You… you built this?” she asked.
Ethan nodded, suddenly shy.
We installed it together.
Then Renee turned to Caleb. “Do you want to try?”
Caleb hesitated. Then he slowly rolled forward. The wheels touched the ramp, and then he rolled down onto the sidewalk on his own for the first time!
The look on his face, I will never forget. It wasn’t just happiness. It was pure joy!
Although it was evening, our neighbors and their children were still around. Within minutes, kids from the block gathered around Caleb. One kid asked if he wanted to race.
Caleb laughed and played, finally belonging.
Ethan stood next to me, watching. Quiet, but proud.
The following morning, I woke up to shouting.
I ran outside barefoot and stopped cold.
Mrs. Harlow, a woman from down the street, stood in front of Caleb’s house. Her arms were tense, her face twisted with frustration.
