My Son Gave His Umbrella to a Pregnant Stranger in the Rain – The Next Morning, 47 Umbrellas Appeared on Our Lawn, Each With a Numbered Box That Made My Heart Stop
I hoped it was not the blue one. Please, not the blue one.
“It’s gone, Mom,” he whispered.
The blue umbrella wasn’t expensive. It had a wooden handle, a silver button that stuck, and Darren’s slanted handwriting inside the strap because Eli used to lose everything when he was little.
“Where’s your umbrella, baby?”
But he never lost that umbrella.
Darren had bought it two months before his illness took him. Since then, Eli carried it everywhere.
“What do you mean, gone?” I asked.
Eli swallowed. “Sorry, Mom. I gave it to someone.”
“You gave it away? What about…”
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