“Audrey! Guess where you’re going to school?”
I kept every one in a drawer, reminders that our hustle was building something.
Sometimes, after my shift, Audrey would sit in the library while I finished the last hallway. I’d look through the glass and see her bent over a book, so focused, so certain she belonged there.
On those nights, the work didn’t feel small at all.
Still, Daniel’s family only called twice a year, Christmas and Easter.
There were no birthday calls, no check-ins. Gina’s calls were always the same: “Are you coming for Easter Sunday dinner, Stella?” as if it would be rude of me not to accept.
On those nights, the work didn’t feel small at all.
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