I PAID FOR A STRANGER’S GROCERIES TWO YEARS AGO—AND TODAY, I GOT THIS IN THE MAIL It came with no return address. Just my name, written neatly on the front of the envelope in handwriting I didn’t recognize.

Before they leave where?

I flipped the envelope over.

And saw something that made my breath catch in my throat—⬇️

I flipped the envelope over.

And saw something that made my breath catch in my throat—

A return address.

But not a street, city, or state.

It was a room number, followed by a hospital name, and then “Pediatric Oncology Unit.”

I sat there frozen, the twenty-dollar bill still taped to the note in my hand. The cheerful handwriting. The words “before I leave.” It all clicked.

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This wasn’t just a thank-you. This was a goodbye.