Chapter 1: The Letter He Left Behind
Before my 19-year-old son died, he donated his heart to an 18-year-old girl — after the transplant, her mother handed me a letter from my son that began, "Mom, there's something you need to know about her."
My husband died years ago, so I raised our son alone.
He was all I had.
A year earlier, he had been perfectly healthy.
Then one afternoon, he suddenly became dizzy and collapsed.
After weeks of tests and specialists, a doctor told me he had a rare progressive neurological disease.
There was no cure.
I refused to accept it.
I sold my car, sold the family gold I had kept for years, and spent nearly everything I had on specialists, treatments, and anything that offered even a little hope.
Nothing worked.
My son kept growing weaker.
I couldn't understand how I was supposed to lose him too.
I had already buried my husband.
Now I was being told I might bury the boy I had raised alone and be left with no one.
I had imagined him growing up, falling in love, getting married, building a life of his own.
Then one evening in the hospital, he took my hand.
"Mom, I want to do something useful.
If I can, I want to give my heart to someone who needs it."
I stared at him.
"Please, Mom.
If I'm really going to heaven, let this be my last wish.
I already spoke to the doctor, and he said it could be done."
I cried, but eventually I nodded.
After he d*ed, his heart went to an 18-year-old girl.
At his funeral, a woman I had never seen before approached me.
"My daughter received your son's heart," she said.
Then she handed me a sealed envelope.
"He asked me to give you this."
I recognized his handwriting immediately.
The first line read:
"Mom, there's something you need to know about her."
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What did her son know about this girl — and why did he keep it secret until the very end?
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