My Son Brought

asking whether Grandma had called.

He started leaving his bedroom door open more often.

One night, I found him at the kitchen table with a notebook, making a list.

“What’s that?”

“Stuff I want to save for.”

“Laptop accessories?”

He shook his head.

“Driving lessons. Maybe a car eventually. Community college. A trip somewhere after graduation.”

“Somewhere?”

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