Small Acts of Care

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Lilly noticed Rosemary’s cough on the third day. Without making a fuss, she adjusted the heating, added extra blankets, and began leaving warm soup out.
Rosemary didn’t comment, but her eyes always softened. For Lilly, it was instinct. She didn’t realize how quickly she was slipping into the role of caregiver—and friend.
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