The Woman in the Light
Kevin gasped and spun around.
He blinked against the sun. A woman was standing there, the rays of light creating a halo around her hair.
She looked like an angel.
“Why are you crying, sweet boy?” she asked softly. “Are you alright?”
Kevin wiped his face with his dirty sleeve. “I don’t have a mother anymore. I just want to be with her.”
The woman’s expression softened into heartbreaking sadness. She sat down in the grass beside him, ignoring the dirt on her coat.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Where do you live?”
“The orphanage,” Kevin admitted.
“I’m Susan,” the woman said. She gestured to a nearby grave. “I come here to visit my son.”
Kevin’s eyes went wide. A shiver ran down his spine.
“That’s my mother’s name too.”
For the first time in months, Kevin smiled.
Susan didn’t just walk him back to the orphanage. She saw the pain in his eyes and made a detour.
They stopped at a small amusement park. For an hour, Kevin wasn’t an orphan. He was just a kid eating ice cream and riding the carousel.
But the sun began to set.
Susan walked him to the orphanage gates. “Your mom loves you, sweetheart,” she promised. “Never doubt that.”
She watched the heavy doors close behind him, her heart aching.
She didn’t know it yet, but the connection hadn’t ended. It was just beginning.
