interest.”
I looked through the pages.
Every check I’d given her had been deposited into a special savings account.
An account under my name.
Not hers.
Mine.
I couldn’t speak.
For an entire year she had secretly saved every dollar.
Not for herself.
For me.
The realization hit like a wave.
All this time I thought I was taking care of her.
She had been taking care of me.
Again.
Just like she always had.
When I was eight.
When I was sixteen.
When I was twenty-five.
And now.
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