My Family Asked for My Late Son’s College Fund — I Said Yes, But Set a Condition
I’m Scott, a single father. Six months ago, I buried my 15-year-old son, Ben. His funeral was packed. People came, cried, hugged me, and made promises to stay close. But as time moved on, the calls stopped. The visits faded. Everyone vanished—except Daniel. Daniel was Ben’s best friend. He was just 16, lanky and soft-spoken,…