Months passed. I never once asked her for money.
Then one morning, I woke to the smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee. She stood in the kitchen, beaming.
I hugged her—not for the job itself, but for the courage it had taken to get there.
Paying It Forward
Life began to settle into a rhythm. She worked hard, studied at night, and still helped around the house. One weekend, she insisted on buying groceries with her own money. Watching her swipe her debit card felt like watching someone climb a mountain.
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