Chapter 6 Lily's Best Friend

The car eventually pulled to a halt in front of a vibrant building located beside the park.

A cheerful sign that read Sunshine Preschool displayed drawings of a sun and a rainbow. Near the entrance, children ran around the small playground while their teachers watched over them.

The air rang with laughter, playful shouting, and cheerful children's songs. Those same sounds used to bring me joy, yet now they only stirred a quiet pain inside my chest.

Lily's voice would never be heard among them again.

Emotion closed around my throat until breathing felt difficult.

Katherine reached over and softly tapped my arm.

I took a breath to steady myself, nodded, and stepped forward into the preschool.

Inside, the room felt cozy and bright, and the walls were filled with artwork made by the children.

Christmas decorations covered nearly every corner. Handmade reindeer, paper snowflakes, and tiny stockings with each child's name hung around the room.

Without thinking, my eyes moved around the space. Had Lily left anything behind?

At the far end of the hallway stood the office of the preschool director.

Helen Jones, a gentle woman in her fifties, served as the director.

When Katherine and I appeared, surprise crossed her face. "Mrs. Rivera, we're truly sorry for your loss. Lily was a wonderful child..."

"I appreciate that. I came here today to meet Lily's friend Rose. Lily might have left something with her."

For a brief moment, Helen hesitated, then she gave a small nod. "Yes, of course. Rose really was Lily's closest friend. She felt deep pain for a long time after Lily passed away."

She let out a quiet breath. "Please wait here. I'll bring her over."

While those minutes passed, I remained seated in the office chair as though time itself had slowed.

A large painting created by the class hung on the wall with the title "Our Preschool."

Among the many names written across it, Lily's signature finally caught my eye.

Tears blurred my vision again.

A little girl came in as Helen stepped through the open door.

Clutching a worn plush rabbit, a blonde girl with pretty eyes walked inside. It was Rose.

She looked older than the last time I saw her, yet she was still the same sweet little girl.

"Rose, this is Lily's mom," Helen said in a gentle voice. "She wants to ask you a few things about Lily. Is that alright?"

Rose reacted at once, her eyes growing wide.

With a bright voice, she asked, "Are you really Lily's mom? Lily told me you went somewhere far for work. She said you'd come back someday."

Hearing that hit me straight in the chest.

I held back the tears and lowered myself until my eyes met hers.

"Yes, sweetheart. That's right." Taking a slow breath, I continued, "Did Lily ever talk about me?"

After giving a nod, Rose searched through her backpack, then slowly opened a crumpled sheet of drawing paper.

The picture showed three figures drawn with crayons. Two were tall, and one was small, and all of them were holding hands.

The shapes looked simple and childlike, yet the drawing had clearly been made with care.

Beside the smallest figure, uneven crayon letters were written. They said, "Mommy, Daddy, and Lily."

"Lily made that," Rose explained quietly. "Whenever she missed you, she would draw that picture."

She paused for a moment before continuing, and her voice softened, "But Lily also said her dad wouldn't let her talk about you. She told me it had to stay a secret."

A secret.

Even though Lily missed me, she wasn't allowed to say it out loud.

My voice shook as I spoke again. "Rose, did Lily ever ask you to keep something safe for her? Maybe a box, or maybe a letter?"

Rose blinked, and a moment later her eyes brightened as though she had just remembered something.

"She did!" Rose cried out, and she immediately began searching through her backpack again.

This time, she reached deeper and finally pulled out a tiny box wrapped in colorful paper from the very bottom.

My chest jolted the moment I saw it.

Smaller than my palm, the box fit easily in my hand. Cartoon stickers covered its surface, stars, unicorns, and rainbows, all favorites of Lily.

A small plastic combination lock with four digits sat on top of it. Even though it was plastic, it looked fairly solid.

The paper around the box had a pattern filled with stars. It was the same wrapping paper I had chosen for Lily's fifth birthday.

She once told me she liked stars because they watched over me at night the same way she did.

"If you ever came to see me, Lily told me I should give this to you," Rose explained while carefully placing the box into my hands, her small fingers steady.

"She said it was supposed to be your Christmas present, but..." Her voice faded and grew tight with emotion. "After that, she stopped coming to preschool. My dad said she got sick. Later, the teacher told us she went to heaven."

At that point, I couldn't stop the tears anymore. They slipped down my face as I accepted the box, my hands trembling so much I struggled to keep hold of it.

Although the box weighed almost nothing, it felt unbearably heavy in my hands. This was the final message Lily had left for me.

"Thank you, Rose," I said, trying to steady my voice even though it shook. "Thank you for staying by Lily's side as her friend. And thank you for keeping this safe for her. I truly appreciate it."

In a soft voice, Rose replied, "Lily was my best friend." Tears filled her eyes. "I miss her a lot. My mom says real friends never truly disappear. They turn into stars."

Then she lifted her gaze toward me. "Did Lily become a star too?"

I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her small, warm body reminded me of all the times I used to carry Lily.

"Yes, sweetheart," I said through my tears. "Lily became a bright star. Every night she watches over us."

When I finally left the preschool, my hands held the box tightly as though nothing else mattered more.

Katherine stayed silent out of consideration and focused on driving.

Sunlight poured through the car window and landed on my hands. The stickers on the box caught the light and sparkled.

In a gentle tone, Katherine asked, "Should we go straight home?"

"Yes, please." I closed my eyes and held the box tightly against my chest.

The gift Lily prepared for me was finally in my hands.

I arrived too late, yet I had still made it here in the end.

At last, I could find out what she had wanted to tell me.

No matter what it was, I would hear it.

Everything that needed to be done for her would be done.

I promise.