I'm a mom to Ethan (12) and Lily (7). Last weekend, during a neighborhood hangout, we heard a scream when a shed behind a house caught fire. Ethan, with earbuds in, immediately ran toward the smoke and disappeared. My heart stopped. Moments later, he came back, covered in soot, holding a toddler—alive but screaming. Parents rushed in, some crying, others calling 911. I was overwhelmed with fear and pride. The next morning, I found an envelope with a note: “Come with your son to the red limousine