When we arrived at their home, Elena opened the door in her old, squeaking chair and went completely still when she saw Alejandro.
He cleared his throat nervously. “Hey, Elena. I…”
She looked from him to the large box in my hands and back again. “What’s that?”
He glanced at me once, then back at her. “It’s a new wheelchair for you.”
Her mouth parted, and her eyes widened in complete shock. “What?!”
Jillian, her mother, appeared behind her, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Elena, who’s…” She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the box.
Alejandro set the box down so fast he nearly dropped it. “Your old one was bad,” he said, his ears turning bright red. “I mean, not bad bad, just… it wasn’t working right. And I found one, and I thought maybe…”
Elena‘s eyes filled with tears so suddenly it made my chest ache. “You bought me a wheelchair?” she whispered.
