The day I got the janitor job at the best school in town, I ran in waving the contract over my head.
“Audrey! Guess where you’re going to school?”
She blinked, daring not to hope. “Really? You got it?! The school with the big library?”
“Yes, my love. I got it.”
My daughter launched herself into my arms, laughing, and for a moment I let myself believe we could have something better than we’d hoped.
Truthfully, the job paid a little more, but staff families got tuition breaks. Audrey’s backpack, once worn and faded, started filling up with library slips, science fair flyers, and little notes from teachers.
