The school never called—just a text from another parent:
“Your daughter’s okay, but you need to come now.”
When I arrived, she was safe—shaken but unharmed. The boy who saved her, Ethan, sat quietly outside the nurse’s office, getting a cast on his arm. No fuss. No drama. Just calm strength.
“He pulled her out of the way of a car,” the nurse told me.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
He nodded. “I just moved. Didn’t think.”
I later invited him to dinner. That’s when I learned the truth—his mom was sick, and Ethan had been caring for his family on his own. Despite everything, he still found it in him to protect someone else.
I started a small fundraiser to help. With community support, they got what they needed—and soon, his mom began a promising treatment.
It wasn’t a perfect ending, but it was a hopeful one.
All thanks to a quiet boy with a brave heart.
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