Instead, I now know the price of diapers in every store within ten miles. I compare formula brands down to the last cent.
My income comes from my late husband’s pension and the small savings we spent a lifetime building. Each month, that account shrinks a little more.
Some nights, I heat up a can of soup and remind myself that Lily doesn’t know the difference between expensive formula and the store-brand version.
She’s healthy.
That’s what matters.