Sweetheart, where's your guitar?"
He lowered his eyes and said:
"I sold it, Mom."
I was ready to get angry.
But before I could say anything, David explained that there was a girl in his class named Emily.
He told me that her old wheelchair was practically falling apart.
She could barely move the wheels well enough to get from one classroom to another.
The seams were coming apart, and the metal was covered in corrosion.
Then he added:
"The other kids laughed about it, but I couldn't just ignore it. I knew her parents couldn't afford a new wheelchair."
I knew Emily, but I had no idea her family was going through such a hard time.
I was proud of my son.
The next morning, a loud knock echoed through the house.
When I opened the door, TWO POLICE OFFICERS were standing there.
One of them greeted me, looked me in the eye, and asked:
