“I want to see Cinderella’s castle,” she said. “And put my feet in the ocean.”
We could not afford the trip, but Tony answered immediately.
“We’ll take you.”
He accepted every extra shift available while I sold my mother’s bracelet. Friends donated airline points, a charity helped with Lily’s ticket, and we found an accessible hotel.
Somehow, we reached Florida.
For five days, Lily laughed more than she had all year. She met Cinderella, ate pancakes, and posed with us before the castle. Tony purchased the photograph despite our limited money.
“We need this,” he said.
At the beach, staff provided a wheelchair mat and a special chair. Tony pushed Lily toward the water, but the wave withdrew before touching her feet.
“Tomorrow,” she said.
“We leave in the morning,” I reminded her.
Her smile faded.
PART 2: THE MAN AT THE HOTEL
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