She was crying.
Then I put my hand in my pocket and took a photo.
In the picture, the little girl was lying in a hospital bed.
Do you remember Lily? she asked.
I frowned.
Your childhood friend?
Emma nodded.
Lily was Emma’s best friend in elementary school. A few years ago, her family moved.
- What does Lily have to do with it?
Emma wiped her tears.
- Mom, Lily’s very sick.
I looked at her without understanding.
She needs an expensive operation. Her family didn’t have the money to pay for her.
The husband sat silently.
Emma continued:
Three months ago, I found out she was getting worse. I wanted to help, but I didn’t have enough money.
She looked at her father.
That’s why I asked for help from Dad.