They all said: “To Sawyer, from Dad.”
He opened one and read it.
“Dear Sawyer: I did a hard surgery today and thought of you. Your mom says you can read now. I am so proud of you. I will see you soon.”
The writing belonged to Nellie.
Another letter was for the boy’s seventh birthday.
“I know you wished to see me when you blew out your candles. It will happen soon. Take care of Mom.”
Alistair sat on the ground and cried hard, holding the letters. For ten years, Nellie made up a good father so Sawyer would feel loved. She did the job he failed to do.
At the bottom of the bag, he found a school book. Sawyer had written inside: “When I grow up, I want to be a doctor like my dad and help poor kids for free.”
Alistair took the book to the hospital.
