On the third day, Conrad woke up. He grabbed my hand and said hoarsely, "Vera, I was wrong. Come back with me, okay?"I looked at the bandages around his shoulder and stayed quiet for a long time. Then I said softly, "Uncle Conrad, focus on getting better first. Once you're well, we'll talk."He smiled. "Okay."I cared for Conrad for three more days, then hired a caregiver to take over and went back to work.The moment I walked into my classroom, the kids crowded around and hugged me. "Miss Vera, we missed you so much," they kept saying.I hugged them back. "I missed you too."A week later, Conrad was discharged, and I asked him to meet me so we could talk.We met at a café.He was already there, waiting. He'd grown so thin he barely looked like himself. When he saw me, his eyes reddened. He stood quickly and said softly, "Vera."I said, "Uncle Conrad," and sat down across from him.He slid a box over to me. "I had people gather everything they could find and recreate a family photo li
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