Chapter 9 - The Remission Party
The park was bathed in golden afternoon sunlight. Streamers were tied to the pavilion, and a massive banner read "KICKED CANCER’S BUTT!" in bright pink letters.
I felt a little nervous as I walked across the grass. I had brought a small wrapped present—a stuffed bear with a doctor’s coat—but I wasn't sure if I would fit in with Claire’s friends and extended, healthy family.
I didn't need to worry.
Before I even reached the pavilion, a high-pitched squeal echoed across the park.
"Elena!"
I dropped to one knee just in time to catch Lily. She collided with me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She was heavier now, stronger, and her cheeks were rosy and full of life. The pale, terrified child from the motel room was gone, replaced by a vibrant, energetic four-year-old.
"You came!" Lily cheered, squeezing me tight.
"Of course I did, sweetie. I wouldn't miss this for the world," I said, tears pricking my eyes.
Claire walked over, wiping her own eyes. She looked ten years younger. The heavy bags under her eyes from the hospital days were completely gone. She pulled me into a tight embrace, sandwiching Lily between us.
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"Everyone here knows who you are," Claire said to me, pulling back to look me in the eye. "They know you’re the guardian angel who saved my daughter’s life. You are family now, Elena. Forever."
I looked around. Dozens of people were smiling at me. Some were clapping. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like just a housekeeper. I felt like I belonged somewhere.
