So, it’s obvious that money was tight.
But Melissa never complained.
It paid the bills most months.
One afternoon, my daughter burst through the front door, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders after school.
“Daddy!” she shouted. “Guess what!”
I’d just walked in from a job and was halfway through settling in.
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“What?”
“Kindergarten graduation is next Friday! We have to dress fancy!” she continued, almost vibrating with excitement. Then her voice softened. “Everyone’s getting new dresses.”
I smiled. “Already? That was fast.”
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