My 15-year-old daughter kept complaining about nausea and severe stomach pain. My husband brushed it off and said, “she’s just faking it. Don’t waste time or money.” So I secretly took her to the hospital myself. The doctor stared at the scan and whispered, “there’s something inside her…” All I could do was scream.

Mike lifted a jug and placed it onto a wagon as a little girl ran up to help him. “Where are these going today?” she asked with excitement in her eyes.

Mike told her they were going to the local school and handed her a smaller bottle to carry. She ran off proudly and Mike watched her go while thinking of the man who started it all.

For just a moment, he could almost imagine Harold sitting on his bench and watching them with a satisfied smile. Mike picked up another jug and followed the children because the water still had many places to go.

THE END.