Full Circle
Years later, on Grace’s birthday, Ethan took Hope to the same crematorium. The staff remembered them immediately—the day of the miracle was something no one ever forgot.
Hope, now a bright-eyed little girl with a pink ribbon in her hair, placed a small bouquet on a stone engraved with her mother’s name.
“Hi, Mommy,” she said softly. “Daddy says you’re my angel.”
Ethan smiled through his tears and wrapped an arm around her.
“She really is, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re her gift to the world.”
As they stood there, a gentle breeze stirred, and a single white petal drifted down onto Hope’s tiny hand. She giggled and looked up.
“See, Daddy? Mommy’s saying hi.”
Ethan looked at the sky and nodded. “Yes, baby. She always is.”
