“One more thing,” Mom said before hanging up. “Don’t tell your father. He’d be so ashamed. This stays between us.”
I agreed. Of course, I agreed. What kind of daughter wouldn’t help her family?
She never said thank you. Not that first night. Not ever. Instead, she said, “This is what daughters do.”
Three days later, I scrolled through Instagram. Megan had posted a new photo. She was holding up a Louis Vuitton bag, grinning at the camera. The caption read, “Best mom ever.”
She knew I needed some retail therapy after my breakup.
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