In the center of the garden sits a black stroller. Inside, a wooden plaque engraved: *Noah's Strollers* — an association created to offer equipment to mothers in need, whenever a parent feels ready to turn a painful page.
Thomas arrived that morning, papers in hand. He stopped in front of his vehicle, unable to utter a single word.
She had nothing more to explain to him.
Noah had found his own way to come home.
— *Grief doesn't fade, but sometimes it turns into light for those who need it most.*
