That Easter, I came straight from a morning shift, my stomach tight with nerves. I showered as fast as I could, slipped into my best blouse, light blue, Daniel’s favorite. I fussed over Audrey’s hair, pinning back stray curls as she twirled in her new yellow dress.
“Do you think Grandma will like it?” Audrey asked, twirling in the hallway.
“She’ll love it,” I lied, smoothing her shoulders. “And if she doesn’t, it’s her loss.”
Audrey grinned. “You always say that.”
I glanced at her backpack, double-checking for the letter, the scholarship letter, folded into the side pocket. She’d read it so many times the paper was going soft.
“Do you think Grandma will like it?”
“Ready?”
She nodded. “Ready, Mom.”
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