“Hey! What are you doing here?”
Julian smiled awkwardly.
“I brought you something.”
Her mother, Jillian, joined us.
When she saw the large box and the wheelchair information printed on its side, she stopped.
“What’s this?”
Julian took a breath.
“Maya, I noticed your chair hasn’t been working properly. I thought this one might make getting around school easier.”
Maya stared at him.
“What?”
“I wanted to help.”
Jillian looked at me.
“Sarah, this is incredibly generous, but these chairs are expensive.”
I placed a hand on Julian’s shoulder.
“He arranged the purchase himself.”
“How?”
Julian looked at his sneakers.
“I sold my guitar.”
Maya’s mouth fell open.
“Your Fender?”
He nodded.
“The one you’ve wanted forever?”
“Yeah.”
“But Julian, you love that guitar!”
He gave a small shrug.
“I can still love music without owning that particular guitar.”
Maya looked from the box to her friend.
