“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

with Danny’s things.”

I stared at him.

“Inside was that note.”

He pointed toward the paper.

“Danny had written everything down. Your name. Your birthday. The promise about sixty sunflowers.”

My tears came immediately.

“He was fifteen.”

“I know.”

Danny’s brother smiled sadly.

“But he meant it. That was Danny.”

He explained that once he found the note, he couldn’t continue reading …