For a moment, I felt like I wasn’t invisible.
Here’s my number—if you ever need help again, or just someone who understands what it feels like to be alone.”
I stood there, stunned. It wasn’t a love note—it was a message from someone who clearly carried both gratitude and grief.
That evening, I shared the note with my son.
His response was simple but wise beyond his years: “Mom, maybe he just needs a friend. Everyone needs one.”
A week later, I texted him—not for repairs, but to invite him for coffee with my family.
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