My name is Elena. I am a single mother, and for most of Chloe’s life, my whole world was just the two of us. I cleaned houses, worked double shifts at a care home, skipped meals, wore shoes until the soles split, and told myself every sacrifice was worth it because my daughter was bright and kind and meant for more than the hard life I had known.
When Chloe got accepted into a nursing program in London, I cried so hard I scared her.
She laughed and hugged me. « Mom, this is good crying. »
« It is, » I said, wiping my face. « I just can’t believe we did it. »
« We did it, » she corrected softly. « Not just me. »
I emptied my savings to send her there.
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