I pulled out the chair beside her and sat down. ExploreSectional Sofas
“Did someone get into your account?”
“No.”
“Did you buy something?”
She shook her head.
“Did someone online convince you to send them money?”
“No, Mom.”
“Then where did four thousand dollars go?”
Her eyes filled.
“I gave it away.”
I leaned back in my chair. ExploreSectional Sofas
All summer, I had watched my daughter work for that money.
While her friends spent Saturdays swimming at the lake, Lily carried breakfast plates through a crowded café and cleaned syrup from places syrup should never have reached.
She came home smelling like coffee, fryer oil, and pancake batter.
Every evening, she counted her tips at the same kitchen table where we were sitting now.
She skipped movie nights because she had early shifts.
After one eleven-hour Saturday, she collapsed onto the couch and announced,
“If I ever own a restaurant, chairs will be illegal.” ExploreSectional Sofas
