A man. A little girl.
And a woman with dark hair wearing a silver crown.
“Who’s that?” I asked, pointing at the woman.
“Mommy.”
I sat beside her.
“And what are we doing?”
Lily smiled.
“We’re building a hospital for people who don’t have enough money.”
I stared at the picture.
“Why a hospital?”
“Because Grandma said Mommy helped make hospitals safer.”
She looked at me seriously.
“And because sick people shouldn’t have to be rich to get help.”
I felt tears rising again.
Nora had spent years working to make medical technology accessible to people who needed it most.
And somehow, without understanding anything about shares, trusts, or corporate ownership, our daughter had reached the same conclusion.
I kissed the top of Lily’s head.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, sweetheart.”
She handed me a purple crayon.
“Then you can help me draw it.”
