Michael frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Mom, things have been tight lately. You know how business is — bills, loans, everything’s piling up. This isn’t a good time.”
Her heart sank. She had imagined comfort, not excuses.
He looked toward Lauren, who crossed her arms impatiently. Then, as if to end the conversation, he opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a pack of instant noodles.
“Here, Mom. Take this for now,” he said softly. “I’ll send you money later when things get better. Please go home before it rains harder.”
He guided her gently to the gate, and the heavy metal door closed with a clang.
Helen stood there, clutching the noodles against her chest.
She told herself, He must really be struggling. He gave me what he could.
And in the rain, she began the long walk home.
The Surprise Hidden in Plain Sight
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