And the next day, she did it again.
And again.
For six months, Maya quietly shared what little she had.
No questions.
No expectations.
Just kindness.
On the day Ethan left that school, he turned to her and made a promise—half playful, half serious:
“One day, when I’m rich… I’m going to marry you.”
Maya laughed.
Then she pulled the red ribbon from her hair, tore it in half, and tied one piece around his wrist.
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