One of the police officers approached.
“Ma’am… she is the elderly woman who lives in the unit next door. She reportedly has no family and rarely goes out. She must have fallen into that small access space when she was trying to fix a pipe. She has been in there for several days.”
When she saw the light, the elderly woman sobbed and held onto Althea’s arm.
“Thank you… thank you, my child… I thought no one would hear me anymore…”
But the most touching thing that happened was this—
Baby Liam, who had been silent all this time, suddenly reached out his hand towards the old woman.
“Na…” he murmured, struggling to reach her.
The old woman smiled and burst into tears.
“I kept hearing him, like there was something rustling. I thought it was a ghost, but it was him… he was the one listening to me,” Althea said, unable to stop crying.
“Children are truly more sensitive,” the officer replied. “If it weren’t for your son… we might not have reached her alive.”
The old woman was taken to the hospital, and a few days later, she returned to Althea’s house, accompanied by the police, to personally express her gratitude.
“I am so thankful to you and your son,” the old woman said, bringing a small toy for Liam. “If it weren’t for your son… I wouldn’t have survived.”
Althea smiled, holding the old woman’s hand.
“We won’t abandon you. From now on… you have family.”
And there, in that simple house, an unexpected connection was formed: a child who could not yet speak, a mother full of fear and courage, and an elderly woman abandoned by the world—but given a new lease on life.
Because sometimes… the smallest among us hear the deepest sounds.
And the wall that Althea once feared?
It became merely a memory of the miracle brought by an innocent child—a sound of hope that saved a life.