Theo smiled.
“No.”
He folded the note carefully.
“He knew you.”
Maybe he did.
Maybe that is what I remember most now.
Not the dress.
Not the whispers.
Not even the funeral.
My son was dying, and he still believed that if people had enough time and enough truth, they might become kinder than their first reaction.
That day, because of Theo, we did.
I almost had my son’s best friend removed from the funeral because of what he wore. Then he said one thing that changed how the entire room saw him.
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