The days that followed were filled with gentle anticipation. Clara continued her morning ritual, greeting the Sun and offering her memories and observations. Each day, she and Rick checked on the little fan in the shed, making sure it spun in the sunlight, a quiet symbol of their hope.
Josie's mother noticed the change in Josie. She seemed a little stronger, her cheeks a bit rosier. The new medicine appeared to help, but Clara believed the Sun's attention played a part too.
One afternoon, Josie was well enough to sit in the garden. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and wrapped herself in a soft blanket. Rick brought out a book, and together they read aloud, their voices mingling with the birdsong.
Clara sat nearby, basking in the warmth of the Sun and the happiness of her friends. She felt a quiet joy, knowing she had helped in her own way.
As the days passed, Josie's laughter returned, light and musical. She and Rick made plans for the future—picnics, trips to the city, and stargazing on clear nights. Clara listened to every word, storing their dreams in her memory.
One evening, as the sky blushed with sunset, Josie turned to Clara. "I think the Sun heard you," she said softly. "I feel it every morning now, like a promise."
Clara smiled, her heart full. "The Sun is always with you, Josie. And so am I."
Josie squeezed Clara's hand. "Thank you for believing in me. And thank you for believing in the Sun."
As night fell and the first stars appeared, Clara looked up at the sky, grateful for the light, the hope, and the love that filled their days.