« You need a new coat. »
I laughed despite myself.
She tapped the receipt.
« This is for your future. »
Grandma had opened the savings account for me when I was little. Every year, no matter how tight things were, she managed another thousand dollars.
« This is for your future. »
« Promise you won’t touch it until I’m gone, » she said. « While I’m here, I’ll take care of you. »
« I don’t like when you say that, Grandma. »
« Then I’ll say it faster next year. »
I promised.
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