Chapter 22 - Maeve is not my mascot
For a few weeks, the press wanted Maeve.
The little girl with the coins.
Photographs.
Interviews.
Morning television.
Rebecca said no.
So did I.
One producer offered the family:
“travel expenses.”
Rebecca told him to leave.
Good.
The Sofia Foundation’s communications team suggested a donor campaign inspired by Maeve’s kindness.
I rejected it.
Why?
Because a five-year-old giving away fifty-one cents did not make her public property.
She did not owe the foundation a face.
We could fix systems without turning her into a logo.
Maeve eventually asked me:
“Why people want picture?”
“Because they think your story is interesting.”
“Am I famous?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Then she asked for ice cream.
Priorities.
Theo completed the intensive phase of treatment.
No miracle declaration.
His doctors used the word remission cautiously after later tests.
The family remained in follow-up care.
I did not become their substitute father.
We saw each other occasionally through foundation events they chose to attend.
That boundary mattered too.
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Gratitude does not create ownership.
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