The Biker Who Became Her Angel

Most kids are scared of me at first. I get it. I’m big and loud and look like I should be in a motorcycle gang movie, not a children’s hospital. But once I start reading, they forget about how I look. They just hear the story.

That’s what I thought would happen with Amara.

I walked into room 432 on a Thursday afternoon in March. The nurse had warned me this was a new patient. Seven years old. Stage four neuroblastoma. No family visits in the three weeks she’d been admitted.

“No family at all?” I’d asked.

The nurse’s face had gone tight. “Her mother abandoned her here. Dropped her off for treatment and never came back. We’ve been trying to reach her for weeks. CPS is involved now but Amara doesn’t have any other family. She’s going into foster care once she’s stable enough to leave.”