“Yeah, I did.”

That night, he unzipped the tracks and burned them onto a CD. He printed a fake label: Get Lifted – John Legend. Handwritten tracklist. When he handed it to her, she smiled like he’d given her gold.

Then the hard drive crashed.

That’s when Leo walked to the record store on Fifth Street. He sold his headphones, his old gaming controller, and a stack of textbooks from last semester. He walked out with a legit copy of Get Lifted —jewel case, liner notes, the whole thing.

“It’s a new artist,” she’d said, eyes distant. “My nurse played it. John something.”

She had raised him on Aretha and Stevie, but her world had shrunk since the diagnosis. Multiple sclerosis had parked her in a recliner by the window, and the only thing that still made her tap her fingers was music. Lately, she’d been humming a song she couldn’t name—something about redemption and a piano.

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But his mother could.

She opened it and ran her fingers over John Legend’s photo. “You didn’t have to do this, baby.”